Rain, rain go away, but make him stay another day

A short story that has nothing to do with Toxian City at all but I felt like writing it so nyah to you

They say the best lovers are those who you are not looking for, that they show up at the right time in the right place. In most cases they are right under your nose you fail to see them, passing them over to view someone else who stands further away. Always the wrong ones everytime, while the one you never thought about just waits patiently.

What if you saw them?

On a day when the rains fall heavy from the overcast sky, when the sky cries in its hapless waves of sorrow. A lone woman walks with drooping shoulders and lowered head, not just an attempt to keep from getting to wet but to hide from the world. She had forgotten her umbrellia and got caught out in the downpour, her clothes were soaked along with her brown curls getting plastered to her tender features. Wet and cold she hurried down the street sighing as water seeped in to her shoes, it seems that everything around gets her down yet she never shows it when in company. That smile she puts on to show she's perfectly fine is a lie, just a mask to cover the fact she doesn't want others to worry about her. Why bother with her problems with all that she is? Other people needed more help than she did, she always tried to reach them to help them.

Pausing by a battered front door with its peeling paint, she fumbled in a pocket for her keys drawing them out with a shakey hand. The key in the lock turned the door opened up to a dank and dark place, she shuffled inside closing and locking the door behind her while the water dripped off her. Taking off her jacket shrugging it off her shoulders she let it flop to the floor with a splat, running a hand through her damp, brown curls she moved deeper in to her abode. A small place with one room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and her bedroom, simple single person apartment sparsly decorated with only the needed furnitre. She didn't turn on a light she liked the dark, she could always watch the shadows in the corners swirl about imagine that they're people.

Only one of them moved in an unexpected way darting around moving closer to her, she gasped backing up trying to grope with her hands an object she could use as a weapon.

"Relax Cara, its only me", a man's voice a familar voice. She visibly relaxed letting out a breath she hadn't known she was holding in, she loved his voice always sounding like a masculine melody.

Cara turned away from him putting more distance between as she snapped out, "Don't scare me like that"! On a second thought she asked, "How did you get in anyway"?

He chuckled, "You gave me a key remember Cara? I got here early I wanted to surprise you, typical you got caught in the storm.... I bet you need to get warm".

"Yes, I remember. Just because I gave you a key doesn't mean you can come here whenever you feel like it". She wasn't angry at him, in fact she was pleased he was here. She felt lonely and had been over the last few weeks, she would be glad of his company anything to just take this feeling away. "Make yourself at home Richard".

"Already have".

He was tall, handsome if you like the mixed meditarian look, tanned skin, blue eyes like pools of water you can drown in if you let yourself. His hair a dark brown that like her own hung in curls whilst hers was down to her waist, his was only shoulder length but enough to comb your fingers through on a whim. Richard was well built more on the average side than muscular, but his nature was never a violent one. A constant calm exhuded from him a simple order to her own chaos, never a harsh word or a bad thought about anyone unless they did something so terrible he would never forgive them. Through all that calm and his patience right at his core, lay a beast chained down. A beast that would rage at its constraints against every lover she had that treated her wrong, a beast that yearned for her, her body, her touch, her kiss if only she would look at him. He shook his head watching her from the other side of the room as she busied herself, he knew from watching her that she had no idea of the amount of sexual energy that sprang from her. Why men wanted her lusted for her, not just that energy for she was also a shining soul one who cared for others rather than herself.

Every part of her, he admired her for. Even the darkness that she claimed tainted her, he marvelled at how she would try to stop it taking over her. Richard loved her for it, if only she would see. ~For god's sake, look at me~ His thoughts shouted in his head, ~Just once Cara, please look at me~

~The writer has left this unfinished for now, as in the meantime she's chasing her brian as it decided to run away to find caffienated carbon drinks and Oreos~