I Rain
“It was raining,” I said. “It was raining all day long.” He turned to look at me, surprised my sudden urge to speak. We had been in a fight for a couple of weeks locked in shared stubbornness.
“Here it goes again, the Epic World War III,” Emma, my sister, had said while rolling her eyes.
It was not my intention to fight with him, however, fights just seemed to be our way whenever we were together. He and I are too different. In fact, we are the complete opposite, like east to west. If I were to choose to soar freely in the endless blue sky, he would have preferred to roam wild on the vast earth. If I were to adore the pureness of white, he would have wished for the serenity of black. We are like magnets, positive and negative, south and north, yet we are attracted to each other. We are inseparable.
Every time we fight, every time we argue, we will always fall into dead cold silence and ignore each other for a long time. Yet, whenever we have an argument, I still cannot seem to let go of him. I will stay in the same room with him, still wants see him, but somehow, I just cannot seem to bring myself to talk to him.
“It was raining,” I repeated. There was a pause as I waited. He did not respond. Closing my eyes in despair, I continued, “It is still raining.” I could feel the painful tug in my heart, it was as if something was ripping it apart.
I am drowning in despair, it is as if the dark is trying to devour me. Everything is over, and this time he will leave me. I hugged my legs tightly to my chest and buried my face in my knees, trying but failing to keep my tears from flowing. Suddenly, I heard the shuffling noise of papers, the creaking of the old, wooden chair, and someone’s steady footsteps. I did not dare to hope whose footsteps they were as I tried to shut out everything around me. It hurts, and I wish I can just stop feeling.
The tears were overflowing as I gasped silently for air. Then, just as I was about to give up hope, I was suddenly wrapped in warmness. Stunned, I looked up and saw his beautiful cerulean blue eyes staring into mine. A look of surprise crossed his face, as if he had never expected me to be a crybaby, which I wasn’t, well, usually not in front of him. He stroke my back softly and gently, as if I were his most precious treasure. I pressed my head deep into his embrace and heard the familiar, strong and rhythmic beating of his heart.
“Hey, look, it’s not raining, the sun’s out today. Why don’t we go out for a walk?” he smiled warmly and patted me on the head lovingly. I buried my face into his chest and nodded. Silence fell upon us again, but unlike the awkward silence from before, it was soothing. He tightened his arms and kissed me on the forehead.
“Je pluie,” I said, my voice muffled by his shirt.
“Quoi?” He quirked his eyebrows with a mix of amusement and confusion. “As-tu dit, “je pluie”?”
I nodded in response, just wanting to savour his warmth.
“Veux-tu dire, “Je pleure”?” he frowned, bewildered.
Without replying, I hugged him tighter. This seemed to have taken him by surprise for a warm laugh escaped his mouth. I have always wondered why we are together. Why are we so attracted to each other? I have always avoided to explore deeper into this question for I am afraid to lose him.
Now, I finally understand why. I finally understand the reason why black cannot exist without white, why good cannot strive without evil, and why I cannot live without him. Because, I belong to him. Where he goes, I follow. Where I stay, he comes. He and I are one at heart.
“Pourquoi pleures-tu?” he asks gently.
I look at my hand, intertwined with his, and smile.
“Parce que je me rends compte à quel point je t’aime.”
And I hear his reply this time, loud and clear with his gentle laughter.
“Moi aussi.”