It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain [Closed]
Hana stood atop the roof of one of the many buildings in the city.
The rain was pelting down, but he’d been outside in it so long it mattered no longer. His clothes were soaked and stuck to his body, his hair weighed down by the water and plastered to his face.
After his argument with Ruffnut, he’d kept to himself. He couldn't face other people right now. After all, he thought Ruffnut was one of the close ones, but now…
There was one person he could talk to.
He’d wanted to go back to his room and talk to Cassandra. She’d have cheered him up. She always cheered him up. Then he’d call her pretty and she’d blush. He liked making her blush. The idea of it even brought a shadow of a smile to his dripping lips.
But she wasn’t there. She’d gone. It wasn’t her fault. Everyone went on missions. And he could send her a message. But that wouldn’t be fair to bother her now. He’d wait for her. Like he’d promised he would.
Hana sighed. Taro, who was taking shelter at Hana’s feet, looked up his owner. He gave a sympathetic croon and rested his slender head on one of the sodden boots.
The young Shaman had his arms folded, resting on the wet railings as he looked out at the landscape. When he’d first gotten here, it was so cool. So undiscovered. So inviting.
Now, it just looked lonely.
He bit his bottom lip and buried his head in his arms, choking on a sob.
How had it turned out like this? He thought things had really started looking up.
In one big swoop, it’d gone wrong. He’d been so stupid. Like Ruffnut said.
Stupid Hana. Stupid, little, lonely Hana.
At least he could pretend the wet on his face was only the rain water.
The rain was pelting down, but he’d been outside in it so long it mattered no longer. His clothes were soaked and stuck to his body, his hair weighed down by the water and plastered to his face.
After his argument with Ruffnut, he’d kept to himself. He couldn't face other people right now. After all, he thought Ruffnut was one of the close ones, but now…
There was one person he could talk to.
He’d wanted to go back to his room and talk to Cassandra. She’d have cheered him up. She always cheered him up. Then he’d call her pretty and she’d blush. He liked making her blush. The idea of it even brought a shadow of a smile to his dripping lips.
But she wasn’t there. She’d gone. It wasn’t her fault. Everyone went on missions. And he could send her a message. But that wouldn’t be fair to bother her now. He’d wait for her. Like he’d promised he would.
Hana sighed. Taro, who was taking shelter at Hana’s feet, looked up his owner. He gave a sympathetic croon and rested his slender head on one of the sodden boots.
The young Shaman had his arms folded, resting on the wet railings as he looked out at the landscape. When he’d first gotten here, it was so cool. So undiscovered. So inviting.
Now, it just looked lonely.
He bit his bottom lip and buried his head in his arms, choking on a sob.
How had it turned out like this? He thought things had really started looking up.
In one big swoop, it’d gone wrong. He’d been so stupid. Like Ruffnut said.
Stupid Hana. Stupid, little, lonely Hana.
At least he could pretend the wet on his face was only the rain water.