Third Person: Prompt: Rain It's raining again. It always seems to be here. Matt inclines his head away from the computer screen to stare at the single window in his dark apartment. The drops of water are practically pounding on the fragile set glass, shaking it as if to purposefully make that awful rattling noise. He sighs and draws his gaze back to the computer screen. Five more passwords to go... It's not going to be long until he's done with his current client's request.
He leans back against the shabby denim blue couch that looks as if he picked it up off of the sidewalk and reaches for the pack of cigarettes that was casually tossed aside minutes ago. He shakes the pack and slides one out, placing it loosely between his lips and going for his lighter almost immediately after. The light the flame generates flickers on his features, causing a glare to spark in his goggles. After lighting his cigarette, he takes a deep drag and reaches up to remove the goggles. He sets them delicately next to his leg, careful not to mess them up in any way.
The rain reminds him of Wammy's House, of all the things that were long past. Sure, Mello called every now and then, but Mello had a way about him that screamed at him to keep looking forward, never behind. Another drag of his cigarette and he's looking at the window again. It looks different without his goggles, as if he really it isn't reality. He isn't sure when that pair of goggles became his safety net. That job used to solely rest on the cigarettes. But before that... The image his mind conjures up reminds him to keep moving forward and he can't help but smile, fingertips ghosting over the lenses of his goggles.
It's raining again. It always seems to be here. Matt inclines his head away from the computer screen to stare at the single window in his dark apartment. The drops of water are practically pounding on the fragile set glass, shaking it as if to purposefully make that awful rattling noise. He sighs and draws his gaze back to the computer screen. Five more passwords to go... It's not going to be long until he's done with his current client's request.
He leans back against the shabby denim blue couch that looks as if he picked it up off of the sidewalk and reaches for the pack of cigarettes that was casually tossed aside minutes ago. He shakes the pack and slides one out, placing it loosely between his lips and going for his lighter almost immediately after. The light the flame generates flickers on his features, causing a glare to spark in his goggles. After lighting his cigarette, he takes a deep drag and reaches up to remove the goggles. He sets them delicately next to his leg, careful not to mess them up in any way.
The rain reminds him of Wammy's House, of all the things that were long past. Sure, Mello called every now and then, but Mello had a way about him that screamed at him to keep looking forward, never behind. Another drag of his cigarette and he's looking at the window again. It looks different without his goggles, as if he really it isn't reality. He isn't sure when that pair of goggles became his safety net. That job used to solely rest on the cigarettes. But before that... The image his mind conjures up reminds him to keep moving forward and he can't help but smile, fingertips ghosting over the lenses of his goggles.
Sometimes the rain was all right.
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