Jericho

   -It’s raining out there, Chris. And It won’t stop- whispered Danielle, with her fingers touching the crystal, letting them to slide as if deleting the mist was the only way to delete the pain she has inside her guts, swallowing hard, she faced the other one trough the crystal. He stood, as always, that defeated look.

-Why is always raining a lot when I’m sadder? It’s a kind of joke?- she asked hugging his kneels while she looked with her sad eyes on him, as if he already had to know it. When they were younger, Chris was omniscient and at the moment, he knows every corner of Junius.

She always loved that nickname.

   -It’s raining like always- answered him, sitting by her side and cuddling her shoulders. He was the King Tiger in the end, and if there is someone who knows the pain she was feeling was him-Being sad, you think that raining is more torrential, but it’ like always been, like always will.

Danielle, going away from the window, put her head on his friend’s shoulder, and with a long sigh, drowned a shy sob. Secretly, she thanked that Ariel wasn’t there because she was one day of Chris, and one day of hers and well… Ariel understands them. She left something in the fridge. A support note and two cakes for Dani, because Chris doesn’t like sweet things too much and Danielle would need tons of sugar to quit crying. Another sigh, she looked to Chris and she hugged him stronger, she needed that pain to feel any calm.

-Hold me thight, I don’t want to get a cold- she tried to say quietly, missing because of the tears she had on her cheeks, and biting her lips, tried to not complain about pressure she had.

-Don’t let me open the windows, please. Don’t let me.

He, getting closer to her, feeling his kneels on his ribs, did not let her to get away from him. He sank his nose on her neck. He sank his emotions on that tiny body with bones of crystal, trying to not break that complain of her criying. He kissed her shoulders while he was trying to find some word to palliate the inundation that is going to be in that place and her porcelain breasts.

-Aaron is not going to come in the rain, Junius. He’s not coming back, Queen- that was everything he could say to her. He tried to say something that could comfort her, able of steal her a smile. He looked into his dictionary but he gave up. What the hell could say to let that to heal? Aaron is dead.

There is not a word that he does not deepen.