𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 ⇢ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇

□ Dancing in the rain □

Dancing in the rain

Act 1

It is so very hard to admit even to ourselves that we are lonely - it is far easier to "invent" a myriad of problems that we buy into and encourage others to do the same. How many "problems" would actually be simple to solve for ourselves yet we experience a form of mental block and instead are diverted to asking another for assistance.

Lonely and alone are such very different things, so very, very different. People actually equivalent these two disimilar words ignoring the deep meaning.

There was a boy and indeed, he was lonely. Not alone- For long months the window has been his only connection to the outside world. Without it this house would feel like a tomb, already it's as quiet as a mausoleum.

Although he was curious about the outside world he couldnt see. He is not blinde. He is hurt... Hurt of life, hurt of people hurt of love. That's the reason  He chose to avert his eyes from this brutal world, ignoring the results of that action.

The blindfold all around his head was making him feel safe and secure. After all these years this fabric had become one with his body and he really didn't feel the need to take it off. Although... Sometimes he just... had the thought of it.

Frosty little thoughts were freezing certain parts of his brain. Frozen fractals were rushing like a rainstorm sudden times sending chills down his spine but he was good at ignoring..

He always wanted to lay his eyes on the sun but it was just an unfullfilled dream. He didn't wanna jeoperdize what he had. And that is safety, the chance not to get hurt again...

Sun symbolizes awareness and he chose to keep that away from him. Closed in a room, just feeling the sweet breeze coming from the open window, dancing, spiriling, refreshing him.

Every day the air was the only thing he could connect to, as it was touching him without even realizing how fast it comes and goes. The point is... The boy didn't know if that air had... shape, colour or any distinctive characteristics.. He never saw it, imprisoned in his own soul.

The only thing that actually was capturing him without even seeing it was a mellow rhythm that happened to be audible every october night...

Here come the drops steady and soft, falling from a sky of white velvet. They come altogether and yet as pioneers. The only thing he was sure it must have a shape because of the liquid that happened to fall to his hand, which decided to reach them out of the window.

The delicate sound was like an orchestra to his ears. Everything in sychronzation and sync. Every drop touching the ground was a different instrument... Violins, the piano.... Everything was music to him...

After all these years this sound was what truly could make his happiness last for an enormous amount of time. But when it was over his depression was crawling all above him like a silky veil.

He found what true feelings mean when a single raindrop, mostier than the others landed on the surface of his bottom lip.

Act 2

This raindrop is salty instead of mellow. It tastes like ocean waves. Different feelings are evaluating all over him.

Out of the blue the only sound that could be audible was a strike of a lighting startling him with his heart.

A second lightning came, a brilliant shock of white in the graphite sky, forking silently to the unsuspecting ground - the thunderous boom always calling its warning too late.

What does a lightning look like? He wouldn't know... But he was trying to imagine... For the first time he took the big step to walk out of his house with his eyes covers from the blindfold.

He was so afraid of all these sudden sounds that didn't know what to do. Trying to figure what is happening standing outside after so long something in him felt different.

He could feel the air closer to his body, the sound of the leaves moving, even some of them drifting from each other, touching the ground, loud bangs because of the lightnings.

He was afraid but still curious. As the breeze was moving his body, making him dance into the unknown he realized that he was not dancing alone. He was not alone.

He was jumping, twisting around, falling, getting up and all that with someone he didn't know its existance. It was a woman. It was the Rain.. He was making him alive so alive he was about to take off his blindfold.. After everything he felt all these homely kind of feelings.

Happiness, Love, safety in something else apart of a lifeless object. He could hear her voice. It was gentle and soft.

Suddenly the boy stopped every movement and took a big breath. He wants to see her, to feel her, to touch her. Everything.... He needs to step ahead... Not live in the past...

He was so enthoustiastic that although his second thoughts never seemed to leave he touched the knot of the blindfold right behind his head. With a sudden pull of the one edge the fabric fell on the ground allowing to the boy to finally look at the gloomy sky, clouds and trees.

He averted his eyes with his one palm as shimmering lights scratched his eyes after a long time. That feeling was pristine.

Everything could actually be monotonic but air was moving objects, leaves... in a crazy power. Still... Where is the woman figure he was dancing with?

He was alone. The raindrops were slowly stopping from making their way down and the air was slowing its pace. The boy was shifting glancies all around... She was nowhere...

He looks up only to notice a different phenomenon he was not expecting. All these colours suddenly were blinding his eyes. It's the first time he experianced such a dazzling source of light. Not one... But 7 different colours. He looked at the sky again.

He kneeled down after spotting such a miracle, he covered his eyes with his eyes but for his reaction was quite bizarre cause a smile was plastered in his lips.

He might was alone but not lonely anymore.

And the curtains closed

Applaud

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A/n:

Hello guys... This chapter was kinda short because it was just the play the guys had to do.

The next chapter will probably be the last one when the play is officially over.

What do you think? Will they save the studio? What will happen with Jimin and his parents? Will it be a happy ending? Hehe my lips are sealed...

See you when I update the last chapter of this book. I am thrilled! Hahah

I love you all♥️