Where The Rain Finds Us. ep 1

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Hello pretty humans. (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

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I'm excited to share my new story "Where the rain finds us". I hope you enjoy the story.

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A special thanks to the real owners for the stunning visuals and pictures I used in the story.

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Thank you very much.

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Let's dive into the story, LEZZZGAURRRR....

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The steady sound of hospital monitors had become oddly comforting to Arzhel over the past few weeks. It wasn't that he liked hospitals - far from it - but visiting his grandfather was the only thing that made the suffocating, whitewashed walls bearable.

Dylan Callahan (ML's grandpa)

Single for twenty years, huh? What a record!

The old man croaked from the hospital bed, smirking through his oxygen mask.

Arzhel scowled as he plopped down on the chair beside him.

Arzhel Callahan (ML)

For the twentieth time, stop bringing that up, old man.

Dylan Callahan (ML's grandpa)

I'm just saying.

His grandfather teased, eyes gleaming mischievously.

Dylan Callahan (ML's grandpa)

Twenty years old, good-looking, tall - not that I'm bragging about the genes - and yet no girlfriend, no boyfriend not even a scandal. Are you planning to become a monk?

Dylan Callahan (ML's grandpa)

At this point, even ghosts might pity you.

Arzhel Callahan (ML)

Wow. Thanks. Super supportive.

It was the same routine every visit. Arzhel would drop by after college, gramps would crack jokes about his love life - or lack of one - and Arzhel would pretend to be annoyed.

Truth was, he liked hanging out with the old man. Gramps was one of the few people who didn't expect Arzhel to be anything other than himself.

Arzhel Callahan (ML)

I'll come by tomorrow.

Arzhel said, standing up and adjusting the straps of his backpack.

Arzhel Callahan (ML)

Try not to flirt with the nurses too much.

Dylan Callahan (ML's grandpa)

No promises.

Arzhel shook his head, smirking as he left the room.

When the automatic doors slid open, he was hit by the sharp scent of rain. It poured so heavily, it blurred the parking lot and turned the city lights into smudged, trembling dots.

Arzhel Callahan (ML)

Great. Just what I needed.

He hates rain.

Muttering, curses under his breath, Arzhel shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, squinting at the downpour. But he stepped out, something made him pause.

In the distance, barely visible through the curtain of rain, a lone figure sat on a bench. No umbrella. No jacket. Not even flinching at the cold droplets soaking him through.

A boy.

His head was tilted back slightly, letting the rain fall over his face as if he belonged to it.

Arzhel frowned.

Arzhel Callahan (ML)

Who the hell sits outside in this weather?

Part of him wanted to ignore it and leave - the smarter part - but something about the boy's stillness...the strange loneliness in the way he sat there, unmoving, gnawed at him.

With an annoyed sigh, Arzhel grumbled.

Arzhel Callahan (ML)

Dumbass's gonna catch a cold.

He trudged over, pulling the spare umbrella from his bag, and without a word, left it beside the side.

The boy turned, his wide, surprised eyes locking onto Arzhel's for a split second. They were oddly bright, even in the rain.

Arzhel Callahan (ML)

Get under some shelter, idiot.

Arzhel didn't wait for 'thank you'. He just turned and walked away, muttering under his breath about random weirdos in the rain.

Should've been the end of it.

But the night was just getting started.

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Lemme know what you think about the first episode.