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.