TRAIN STORY II - RED... [Em]
Title: RED... [Em]
Type: oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: ANGST! DRAMA! FLUFF! ...and glitter. X3
Notes: Train Story, requested by and written for blueplasticgun. Divided into parts/scenes because stars are pretty. I wrote this story to this Diru song since it just... fits, hence the title, it's not about Diru though. I had a fun time writing this, you bet. XD
Comments (praise, criticism, whatever) highly appreciated!
When he walked through the hallway that morning, the flower vases’ glass splinters on the floor beneath the window, still wet from the water it contained until the night before, were reflecting glittering sparkles onto the walls. Beautiful, he thought. How funny, that things that hurt always had to be so beautiful.
He had got quite depressive the night before, but it was nothing unusual to him anymore. A look out of the window told him the rain from earlier that morning had stopped. A fading rainbow had taken its place. So beautiful, he thought again, and turned away from it with a hurt look in his eyes.
*
He strolled through the rooms of the house, and noticed his cousin was right. She had been right when she had told him he didn’t care about himself at all anymore. He didn’t care what he looked like, or how clean his house was or if he had eaten that day. He just didn’t care.
It’s not like it mattered, anyway. To his cousin maybe, but not to him. But he was thankful she’d come to look for him every now and then nonetheless. They were still so close to each other.
When he sat down between the trash of his darkened bedroom, leaning against the drawer, he asked himself when it had started. Just when did it start to grow, that feeling that was so beautiful but hurt so much? When did it start to change him? Just fucking when did all that crap start?!
Burying his face into his bent knees, he decided he wouldn’t leave the house for buying groceries today, either. Not that it mattered, anyway.
*
He woke up from a sharp pain in his leg, from where his fingernails were clutched deep into the flesh. He noticed he had cried and tried to remember the dream he just had.
It was an image from not too long ago, from the days when he would still be so happy to see her, to be around her. From the time when beautiful things didn’t hurt him yet. It was that day, he murmured to himself. That day... that changed him.
* * *
That day, a beautiful and warm summer’s afternoon, he was out in the wheat fields with her. They had been friends for some time then, and he liked to spend time with her a lot.
They were laughing so loudly, having fun running through the fields, and when they finally lay down to catch their breath, she fell asleep shortly after closing her eyes to savour the moment.
He smiled as he noticed it, watched her for a while as she was sleeping so peacefully and then pulled a small bottle of nail polish out of the back pockets of his pants. He had come across it while shopping for groceries and thought its colour, a deep red, would suit her, so he had bought it spontaneously. Slowly and very carefully, he painted her nails one by one before falling asleep beside her with a content smile on his face.
She was so beautiful.
*
With the first few raindrops leaving cold trails on their faces and the quiet growls of thunder not too far away anymore, they woke up. It was getting dark, the rain was becoming heavier at a rapid pace and he wanted nothing more than to leave that place, but when he turned to look at her she was just sitting there, staring at her hands.
He grabbed one of them, pulled her to her feet and made her start to run with him without a word. They didn’t speak on the way, either, and when they reached her house (which was closer than his), they were drenched to their skins and completely out of breath.
She handed him a towel and some dry clothes and left to change into something dry herself, leaving him utterly confused. It somehow felt awkward, he had had that feeling since he saw that blank expression she wore when staring at her hands in the rain.
Just what happened? Did he do something wrong, was she acting weird or did he just imagine things?
*
He entered the living room and found her sitting there. She was holding a cup in her hands and pointed to another one on the table as she saw him. He noticed she was wearing a shirt of the same red he had painted her nails with earlier, and that some piano music was playing at low volume. It all made her look so incredibly beautiful, and for the first time it hurt somewhere inside him as he thought of it.
"Want some hot chocolate?", she asked quietly. "You know... the twins from next door found a little raven in the woods some weeks ago. It was injured, so they decided to take care of it. It’s okay again by now, and it got to love them so much it follows them everywhere, so cute... they called it ‘Dandy’." Was she trying to make fun of him? He felt the pain inside grow worse, something was terribly wrong here.
"What’s wrong with you? If I did something, or..." She shook her head and took another sip of her hot chocolate. He hoped she’d say something to ease this pain, but wasn’t prepared at all for what she said next.
"It’s not me you like, right?"
"What...?"
"I think I never really met your dear cousin yet, did I? What was her name again?"
"No, you don’t mean..." He jumped to his feet, and when he thought that even when she looked at him like that she was beautiful, his heart throbbed in pain.
"Where did you learn to paint nails like that, anyway? Must’ve had someone to teach you..."
That was enough... he headed for the door to get some air before the pain in his heart made him collapse.
"No, it’s not me you want", she breathed bitterly as he left without another word.
* * *
The doorbell rang and pulled him back to the present reality rather violently.
He almost couldn’t believe his eyes when he answered the door and found her standing in front of him. He was too surprised to say anything and so it was her who broke the silence.
"Been a while, huh... Will you let me in? I need to talk to you."
He stepped back to let her pass him and led her into the living room, the about only room in the house that didn’t drown in junk and trash, or at least not as much. She didn’t sit down but turned around to face him directly.
"I’m... sorry I came here just like that. I met your cousin recently and we talked, finally. About the past, about you, and about what happened. I think I understood at last, so I asked her to tell me where to find you so I could apologize properly." - "You... understood?", he asked quietly, finding his voice again. "I did", she whispered, suddenly pulling him into a hug. "I’m so sorry I hurt you that much that day... I was madly in love, and just as jealous of your cousin, you two have always been so close. When I woke up that day and saw you had painted my nails so carefully, I realized that I had been ignoring it all along. I didn’t know how to react, I thought you didn’t like me, and... I’m sorry?"
He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, just stared at her, bewildered. Before he even fully realized what she had just told him, she pulled him even tighter to herself, threw a timid kiss to his cheek and turned away from him, running out of the house, crying silent tears and leaving him alone with his thoughts.
What should he do now? What did he feel, and just what was it that he wanted? Whatever it was, he needed to make up his mind, and he needed to do that fast.
*
He made up his mind in an instant as it suddenly hit him. He burst out onto the balcony, his eyes looking for her figure down on the streets. It was already raining heavily, he was soaking wet within seconds, and the thunder was growling through the night. She might not hear him, he thought as his eyes found her. But it was too late to stop now. He had already taken far too long. When he opened his mouth to form the words, his voice rang at its full volume to reach her through the night.
"I LOVE YOU, TOO! PLEASE, I LOVE YOU! I DID ALL ALONG! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!!!"
She had stopped running away abruptly with the first word he screamed but he didn’t stop until she turned around to look up to him. The lights of the street lanterns around her made the raindrops glitter, and it seemed to him as if it was raining stars.
Tears were running down his cheeks as he saw she was smiling.
Type: oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: ANGST! DRAMA! FLUFF! ...and glitter. X3
Notes: Train Story, requested by and written for blueplasticgun. Divided into parts/scenes because stars are pretty. I wrote this story to this Diru song since it just... fits, hence the title, it's not about Diru though. I had a fun time writing this, you bet. XD
Comments (praise, criticism, whatever) highly appreciated!
When he walked through the hallway that morning, the flower vases’ glass splinters on the floor beneath the window, still wet from the water it contained until the night before, were reflecting glittering sparkles onto the walls. Beautiful, he thought. How funny, that things that hurt always had to be so beautiful.
He had got quite depressive the night before, but it was nothing unusual to him anymore. A look out of the window told him the rain from earlier that morning had stopped. A fading rainbow had taken its place. So beautiful, he thought again, and turned away from it with a hurt look in his eyes.
*
He strolled through the rooms of the house, and noticed his cousin was right. She had been right when she had told him he didn’t care about himself at all anymore. He didn’t care what he looked like, or how clean his house was or if he had eaten that day. He just didn’t care.
It’s not like it mattered, anyway. To his cousin maybe, but not to him. But he was thankful she’d come to look for him every now and then nonetheless. They were still so close to each other.
When he sat down between the trash of his darkened bedroom, leaning against the drawer, he asked himself when it had started. Just when did it start to grow, that feeling that was so beautiful but hurt so much? When did it start to change him? Just fucking when did all that crap start?!
Burying his face into his bent knees, he decided he wouldn’t leave the house for buying groceries today, either. Not that it mattered, anyway.
*
He woke up from a sharp pain in his leg, from where his fingernails were clutched deep into the flesh. He noticed he had cried and tried to remember the dream he just had.
It was an image from not too long ago, from the days when he would still be so happy to see her, to be around her. From the time when beautiful things didn’t hurt him yet. It was that day, he murmured to himself. That day... that changed him.
* * *
That day, a beautiful and warm summer’s afternoon, he was out in the wheat fields with her. They had been friends for some time then, and he liked to spend time with her a lot.
They were laughing so loudly, having fun running through the fields, and when they finally lay down to catch their breath, she fell asleep shortly after closing her eyes to savour the moment.
He smiled as he noticed it, watched her for a while as she was sleeping so peacefully and then pulled a small bottle of nail polish out of the back pockets of his pants. He had come across it while shopping for groceries and thought its colour, a deep red, would suit her, so he had bought it spontaneously. Slowly and very carefully, he painted her nails one by one before falling asleep beside her with a content smile on his face.
She was so beautiful.
*
With the first few raindrops leaving cold trails on their faces and the quiet growls of thunder not too far away anymore, they woke up. It was getting dark, the rain was becoming heavier at a rapid pace and he wanted nothing more than to leave that place, but when he turned to look at her she was just sitting there, staring at her hands.
He grabbed one of them, pulled her to her feet and made her start to run with him without a word. They didn’t speak on the way, either, and when they reached her house (which was closer than his), they were drenched to their skins and completely out of breath.
She handed him a towel and some dry clothes and left to change into something dry herself, leaving him utterly confused. It somehow felt awkward, he had had that feeling since he saw that blank expression she wore when staring at her hands in the rain.
Just what happened? Did he do something wrong, was she acting weird or did he just imagine things?
*
He entered the living room and found her sitting there. She was holding a cup in her hands and pointed to another one on the table as she saw him. He noticed she was wearing a shirt of the same red he had painted her nails with earlier, and that some piano music was playing at low volume. It all made her look so incredibly beautiful, and for the first time it hurt somewhere inside him as he thought of it.
"Want some hot chocolate?", she asked quietly. "You know... the twins from next door found a little raven in the woods some weeks ago. It was injured, so they decided to take care of it. It’s okay again by now, and it got to love them so much it follows them everywhere, so cute... they called it ‘Dandy’." Was she trying to make fun of him? He felt the pain inside grow worse, something was terribly wrong here.
"What’s wrong with you? If I did something, or..." She shook her head and took another sip of her hot chocolate. He hoped she’d say something to ease this pain, but wasn’t prepared at all for what she said next.
"It’s not me you like, right?"
"What...?"
"I think I never really met your dear cousin yet, did I? What was her name again?"
"No, you don’t mean..." He jumped to his feet, and when he thought that even when she looked at him like that she was beautiful, his heart throbbed in pain.
"Where did you learn to paint nails like that, anyway? Must’ve had someone to teach you..."
That was enough... he headed for the door to get some air before the pain in his heart made him collapse.
"No, it’s not me you want", she breathed bitterly as he left without another word.
* * *
The doorbell rang and pulled him back to the present reality rather violently.
He almost couldn’t believe his eyes when he answered the door and found her standing in front of him. He was too surprised to say anything and so it was her who broke the silence.
"Been a while, huh... Will you let me in? I need to talk to you."
He stepped back to let her pass him and led her into the living room, the about only room in the house that didn’t drown in junk and trash, or at least not as much. She didn’t sit down but turned around to face him directly.
"I’m... sorry I came here just like that. I met your cousin recently and we talked, finally. About the past, about you, and about what happened. I think I understood at last, so I asked her to tell me where to find you so I could apologize properly." - "You... understood?", he asked quietly, finding his voice again. "I did", she whispered, suddenly pulling him into a hug. "I’m so sorry I hurt you that much that day... I was madly in love, and just as jealous of your cousin, you two have always been so close. When I woke up that day and saw you had painted my nails so carefully, I realized that I had been ignoring it all along. I didn’t know how to react, I thought you didn’t like me, and... I’m sorry?"
He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, just stared at her, bewildered. Before he even fully realized what she had just told him, she pulled him even tighter to herself, threw a timid kiss to his cheek and turned away from him, running out of the house, crying silent tears and leaving him alone with his thoughts.
What should he do now? What did he feel, and just what was it that he wanted? Whatever it was, he needed to make up his mind, and he needed to do that fast.
*
He made up his mind in an instant as it suddenly hit him. He burst out onto the balcony, his eyes looking for her figure down on the streets. It was already raining heavily, he was soaking wet within seconds, and the thunder was growling through the night. She might not hear him, he thought as his eyes found her. But it was too late to stop now. He had already taken far too long. When he opened his mouth to form the words, his voice rang at its full volume to reach her through the night.
"I LOVE YOU, TOO! PLEASE, I LOVE YOU! I DID ALL ALONG! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!!!"
She had stopped running away abruptly with the first word he screamed but he didn’t stop until she turned around to look up to him. The lights of the street lanterns around her made the raindrops glitter, and it seemed to him as if it was raining stars.
Tears were running down his cheeks as he saw she was smiling.