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Stalker - Oneshot
By: Mascii Date: May 1, 2013, 7:28 pm
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I met him on a rainy day, of course...he loves rainy days the
most. But this was a bit of a downpour. I had been feeling
especially lonely, all holed up in my room with the window open
so the rain-smell would come in. My friends were all gone for a
trip this weekend, but I'd had to stay behind because my cousin
had a recital on Saturday. I was so tired of sitting in my room,
I decided on a whim to take a walk. Behind our house is a little
backyard, not much to speak of, but there is an old field where
they used to plant corn, and it's fun to walk through. I like to
pretend that I'll just keep walking on, and it will just go for
ages and ages, never ending, and never having to turn back, and
never a soul in sight.
That day, however, I ran into a boy. A beautiful boy with dark
hair and even darker eyes. His hair was shorter then, I think
that his father made him cut it before school started. I like it
longer, the way it is now.
My umbrella was a soft green, and my rain boots were polka
dotted. I had no idea that my outlook on life would change so
much then, but I was just walking through my field, silently,
studying the houses along my street. From the field, you can see
most everybody's house, especially at night when the houses are
lit and the fields are dark. If anybody were to look out, they
could spot me easily. But nobody ever looks at the corn field.
It's nothing special, it's just there. So nobody cares. I was
feeling much the same way that day.
There is one house, just two doors down from mine. It's kind of
old, and white, and nothing special stands out about it. I don't
know why I was looking towards it, but I was. There was a little
window facing the corn field, and that's where the boy climbed
out of.
I stopped in my tracks, surprised. I was only a stone's throw
away from the window from where I stood, and I could see him
clearly. First his hands gripped the windowsill, long, slender
hands, then his head, with the messy black hair that tends to
stand up a bit in the back. I'm not sure what he wore that day,
but I think it was a button up shirt that had been rolled up at
the sleeves. He heaved himself out of the window in two smooth
movements, like he had done it a thousand times. By the time he
hit the ground, he was already dripping wet, his jeans with
long, dark water stains as it began to soak through. And he was
barefoot. He didn't even take the time to grab some shoes. Tiny,
mud-stained feet that picked their way out of his yard and in my
general direction. Dumbfounded, I stood there, holding onto my
umbrella. It took him a long moment to notice me there, but how
could he not, when I was staring at him like an idiot? He looked
up, his bangs already falling in his eyes, and his serious face
melted away into first one of surprise, then amusement. And he
smiled at me, his eyes sparkling and his perfect little smile,
holding up a finger to his lips to shush me. I could only gulp
and smile nervously at him, with a stiff little nod that hurt my
neck to accomplish. Without a word, he walked past me, only
inches away. I felt the sudden urge to reach out and touch his
shoulder, to stop him, to ask where he was going, and where he
had been. But all I could do was watch him walk away.
He was beautiful, and he had smiled at me. I stood in the rain a
long time, waiting for him, waiting for something, but
eventually I had to go back to my room and prepare for my
cousin's recital.
I couldn't help looking toward the window a hundred times,
though, hoping to see him walking past on his return home.
The next Monday, I found out that he went to my school. That his
name was Yukito Ramsey, that he was the son of the doctor who
had given me my Enhancement. Dr. Ramsey's beautiful, beautiful
son that he hid away like a precious jewel. I learned over time
that the smile he had given me that day was a rare gift. Even
when he sat with his friends, who were almost as beautiful as he
was, he rarely smiled. I waited day after day, but rarely did he
speak, and even more seldomly smiled, much less laughed.
I still haven't heard him really laugh. He must, though, right?
It became a personal goal of mine to hear that laugh. Would it
be quiet, like Yukito himself? Or would his genuine laugh be
unexpectedly noisy, one of those deep laughs that shakes your
heart and makes it quiver? Was it a silly laugh, or a low one?
Why did he so rarely smile, even when he seemed to be enjoying
himself? Was he unhappy?
I was too scared to go over and speak with him. I still am. I'll
just be the silent girl in the rain, holding my umbrella. I'm
determined one day to speak to him directly, to tell him that he
should laugh more, that his smile is still held preciously in my
memory as the day someone couldn't look past me without
noticing. That I treasure that both of us see the neglected,
ordinary cold field as an escape.
Without realizing it, I began to love him. Or at least, the idea
of him. The angel in the rain...once I found out his
Enhancement, it held a certain perfection in my mind. I wanted
to hold him, to let him talk about whatever it was he is keeping
secret from the world. I wanted him to tell me why it was he
snuck out of his window into the cornfield.
One day, instead of letting him pass me, I'm going to reach out
to him, hold my umbrella over our heads to shield us from the
rain, and I'm going to ask him.
But I'm scared. I'm scared he'll reject me, like everyone else.
I am scared he's not ready, and that every move I make will be
the wrong one.
I'm scared I'll be too late.
I watch him walking alone sometimes, and I feel like crying for
him.
I'm blessed to be so close to him, but cursed to be too afraid
to use my blessing. So maybe it's a blessing and a curse?
All I can do is try my best to let him know that he's not alone.
That someone sees him. Then maybe, just maybe, someday..he'll
see me. And our little meeting in the rain will be something
special we share, and laugh about in the future. And maybe he'll
open up his sweet mouth and say the things he holds back all the
time, always trying to think of others first, to not hurt
anybody around him. Maybe he'll allow himself to be vulnerable.
I can only try my best. And hope.
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