Slow Suicide

[18]

A/N: Hello, my lovely readers! Welcome to chapter 18 of Slow Suicide. The quote above really reached out to me because it was strange how it completely explained Cig and what Rainy wanted from him. It is by the talented Amy Kaur.

Before I begin, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to BabyBlueSofia . She is absolutely amazing, one of my favorite commenters, and very important to me.

Readers like her make me want to write, make me feel the need to. She, among others, reminds me and inspires me to continue writing. For that, I'm forever grateful to BabyBlueSofia .

So, thank you. I hope you know how much I appreciate every vote and every comment of yours.

Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING CIG & RAINY'S LOVE STORY #82 IN SHORT STORY! I'M SO HAPPY AND GRATEFUL AND MY HEART HURTS AND I SHOULD REALLY GO SEE A DOCTOR BUT THANK YOU ANYWAYS!

<3

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Love was in the air and it was all because of this beautiful pair.

For weeks, they met each other at their spot and learned Italian together. They were all smiles at all times.

He made her laugh until she cried happy tears while she made him smile until his cheeks hurt.

It was impossible to ignore what they felt for each other.

So, they embraced it.

  Although they couldn't yet confess to each other, they showed their love in other ways. Through little things like the occasional hug or the unexpected hand-holding.

But everything mattered, including the little things. Because what created big things? Little things.

What was this big thing in their case?

Their love, their relationship, their everything.

Them.

"Rainy, when's your birthday?" he suddenly asked her. They were sitting beside each other with their Italian books spread across the grass.

  She glanced up, a shadow of a smile on her lips. "Why do you ask?"

  "Because I'd like to know. Plus, it would be pretty rude of me to not get you a present, " he explained and she bit her lip, uncertain.

  "Well...when is your birthday?"

  He cleared his throat and dramatically said: "The 16th of July, of course!"

  She laughed at him, paying no attention to the book anymore. He grinned happily because all he wanted was to see her laugh. Or be happy in general.

  "Well, I was born on April 2nd, " she told him after she finished laughing. But that everlasting smile stayed, as always when she was around him.

  "What?" he exclaimed. "Your birthday is in a month and a half!"

  She nodded.

  "Rainy! That's barely enough time for me to prepare! Oh, I should've asked you sooner. I'm so sorry, this is all my fault."

"Cig, what are you talking about?" she questioned with a concerned expression.

  He sighed, pouting. "I'm talking about your birthday present. I was hoping I could make you something spectacular or something. But a month and a half isn't enough time for what I was thinking."

  "Oh, Cig. You don't have to get me anything. I'm okay, really, " she assured him but he shook his head.

  "No, no. You deserve something amazing, marvelous, dazzling, spontaneous, and...every other adjective that sounds as beautiful as you, " he said.

  She blushed at the last part.

  "Cig, " she held his hand and he looked up at her. "You've already given me everything I want and more. You've given me happiness an–and you. That is the best gift you could ever give me."

  His heart filled with love for her. As he looked into her mesmerizing eyes, he could feel how much he loved this girl.

  This girl who was once a stranger to him.

  This girl who was simply the girl who read across from him everyday in the park.

  This girl who was beautiful but mysterious.

  This girl that he liked.

  And now, this girl that he loved.

  He knew exactly what he would do for her birthday. He was going to pour all his heart into her present. Hopefully, she would love it as much as he loved her.

  "Thank you, Rainy, " he whispered without taking his eyes off of her.

  A sweet smile spread across her lips and his eyes followed the motion. Then, he looked back into her eyes.

  She took in a deep breath and gulped.

  And slowly, hesitantly...she kissed him.

  He gently cupped her cheek while she tangled her fingers in his hair. It wasn't like their first kiss, it was even better.

  All their emotions were in that kiss. She could feel his love for her and he could feel hers. They've never felt more connected to each other, more in love.

  When the moment was over, their happiness was still there.

  In each other's eyes, they knew. They knew the truth.

  No words were needed.

  In their hearts they knew, without any 'I love you's.