Chlonath OneShots

Midnight rain

*when Chloe gets a dream about a boy in the woods, she goes out of her way into the midnight rain to take a walk to a hidden park away from Paris*

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The window was open, and the sky turned dark hours ago. It's now 11:39 at night in Paris. The words of nature filled the surroundings of the capitol with thier soft noises. Nothing but the callings of birds and crickets alike with a hushed breeze of midnight wind blew across the building.

Silence. Only silence before the soft drizzles of rain had reached the balcony floors of the Grand Paris Hotel. The whispering raindrops gradually increase in speed, but did no harm as the doors were closed for the night. No noise to be disturbed on this calm Friday evening.
Only the sounds of crickets and rain poured from the sky. Every door and window were sealed except for one. This one window had been left open near the bed of the mayor's daughter. Who's currently asleep, not hearing the rain pouring or to smell the cool breeze of the enviorment around her. She was in her own little dream land as she slept.
The sounds of rain seeping into her mind and colliding with her dreams, became soothing to her ears. Her dreams are one of nature and puddles, playing in the mud, not afraid to get filthy. Rest near a river, catching frogs with her father. Watching the fish swim by as she counted a few in the bucket. Then he was imagined as a fisherman. Andre beamed to the girl as he began: "Chloe, why don't you try to catch a fish? Here I'll help you. Now, put both of your hands onto the pole..." he advised her on how to hold a fishing pole.
He showed her a trail to keep track as they walked into the woods, a river flowing by their side downstream. Chloe followed the path; stepping over sticks, autumn leaves and shrubs from the ground. She peered up to observe that the forest trees were steeper than she expected. Dried bark became wet in a color of deep mud brown. The grass she stepped around gave off glints of light and beads of rain on every end. Chloe tipped her chin up, tracing the height of the trees in utter wonder and amazement at how tall they could grow.
She looked so high that she lightly tripped to let her bottom touch the moist dried leaves. Luckily, someone supported her; though it wasn't her dad. Andre had been admiring elsewhere; to explore about the forest and to gather up twigs. Chloe examined the hands that caught her: the hue of clean pale skin, deep gray button sleeve jacket and soft red hair.
She turned around to see a young 6-year-old boy before her. Strange that she never spoke to him when she was younger, but she absolutely knows who he is. Yet she thought why is he here? In the forest? All alone with no guardian but himself with a backpack?
"Thank you..." Chloe had uttered out to him, he simply nodded before looking to the side to see her dad calling out to her. "Chloe! Look over here! There's a passage way to the lake if we cross it!" Chloe turned around to see Andre wave to her and pointed at direction with a walking stick. 

"Okay papa!" She replied.

"Hey what's your-" yet as she turned around to talk to the boy, he had disappeared from her view while a quick smell of nature touched her senses. The woods felt marvelous, the crickets chirping with the croaking of toads in the stream besides her.

She didn't pay any attention until she spotted a peek of something shiny, glimmering white between the dried wet leaves. She bent down to pick up the glistining object to get a closer look: it was a white pen, and the cap was gone. She turned her head to roam for the red-haired boy, but to no avail she could find him.
She veered around to accompany her dad to the lake as it appeared to rain ever so quietly again. She listened to her boots crushing the leaves below her. Her view had darted back to the item 

she held in her hand.

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Eyes jolted open. Blue ocean met with the white blankets hovering over her face as she laid sideways, meeting the bathroom doors of her room.

Chloe blinked, twisted and turned as she uncovered herself from the blanket and sat upright from her bed. The noise of the rain returned to her senses, and she switched her focus towards the half-opened window at the side of her bed. To watch the midnight rain pour down on her balcony with the echoes of crickets chirping from elsewhere she didn't know. The blonde moved her legs to the side of the bed and stood up, wearing a white nightgown as she stepped in front the window.
As she was closer to it, she could inhale the pleasant scent of earth, woods and raw beauty before her. A faint breeze heightened the grasp of a wonderful scent. She loved that smell of the outdoors, and not the one of cars and whatever was passing around Paris.
She inspected from outside, and closed the window shut, the loud and yet soothing sound of rain had lessened and muffled. Crickets were less annoying now, and her room was quiet again. She stayed near her window for a few minutes, wondering if she wanted to open it again, or go back to bed in peace. She held her arm and let her eyes wander to the balcony door. Without a second thought, she wondered and yearned for a chance to be outside in the rain; so she walked to the door and unlocked it.
She scanned the water before her; the rain making the wood soaked and everything else out there. She closed her eyes and took a breath, hesitant as she stepped out of the room, feet touch the cool and wet floor. Her spine shriveled at the immediate contact of rain hitting the crown of her head and small exposed parts of her neck. Yet she continued on and opened her eyes. For each step, she became more focused. A little less stressed and more carefree from the world.
Chloe looked up at the boring and clouded sky. She didn't see no stars twinkling tonight, only gray and dull clouds filled with refreshing water.
She walked towards the balcony railing and watched the city lights as it poured, making the lights give off an illusion they were blinking; but weren't. She rested her soaked arms over the railing as she let the rain soak through her hair and clothes.
Crickets chirped throughout the night as the blonde sighed. Inspecting the street lamps and at the Eiffel Tower not too far ahead.
She remembered seeing the boy in the woods and questions her reasons of why she dreamt of him... Was he important to her? Did he show up there only to catch her? But she had his pen in her hand in the forest, she was likely that it had an explaination to it, and she wanted to know why.
The sounds of walking below her interrupted her gaze at the city. Chloe leaned over the railing to see who would possible be walking at this hour. And in the rain nonetheless.