FANFIC: It's A Heavy Downpour
"Everything is flashing like a cinematic film of his beloved time, inside this automated 4-wheeled steel and with him."
It's a heavy downpour. Large drops of rain crashing against the metal roofing, along with the constant movement of the windscreen wipers.
He would have found the sound soothing, like a cinematic film of his beloved time inside this automated 4-wheeled steel.
But not this time.
Ringing phone goes unheared, overshadowed by the unwavered rainfall in the background.
He would have answered immediately, smiling to the sweet voice saying "Where are you? I'm getting hungry~" from the other line.
But not this time.
Tires screeching, gliding through the rough, wet slope, wheels losing control. Shattering glasses and dreams.
He would have turned the wheels to the right, and down to the last stop, until he reaches their apartment parking lot.
But not this time.
Tomatoes and lettuce rolling out the window, getting soaked from continuous fall.
He would have been washing those from the faucet of their own home, with arms around his waist and cheeks pressing on his back.
But not this time.
It's a heavy downpour. Everything is flashing like a cinematic film of his beloved time, inside this automated 4-wheeled steel and with him.
This one is just a super short fic. Actually I posted this on AO3 already but I also wanna share here (partly because I just wanna update this account lol).
Sorry if this is shit. And sad. It represents me. LMFAO.
It's a heavy downpour. Large drops of rain crashing against the metal roofing, along with the constant movement of the windscreen wipers.
He would have found the sound soothing, like a cinematic film of his beloved time inside this automated 4-wheeled steel.
But not this time.
Ringing phone goes unheared, overshadowed by the unwavered rainfall in the background.
He would have answered immediately, smiling to the sweet voice saying "Where are you? I'm getting hungry~" from the other line.
But not this time.
Tires screeching, gliding through the rough, wet slope, wheels losing control. Shattering glasses and dreams.
He would have turned the wheels to the right, and down to the last stop, until he reaches their apartment parking lot.
But not this time.
Tomatoes and lettuce rolling out the window, getting soaked from continuous fall.
He would have been washing those from the faucet of their own home, with arms around his waist and cheeks pressing on his back.
But not this time.
It's a heavy downpour. Everything is flashing like a cinematic film of his beloved time, inside this automated 4-wheeled steel and with him.
This one is just a super short fic. Actually I posted this on AO3 already but I also wanna share here (partly because I just wanna update this account lol).
Sorry if this is shit. And sad. It represents me. LMFAO.