astersim

[astersim]

Rainy Nights

Rated: PG Words: 1217 Summary: As he sits there, in the middle of her living room, taking in her beauty, he can’t help but reminisce on what was and what could’ve been.

Warnings: slight cursing, character with DID, brief mentions of cheating

A/N: This was written out of a pure angst scenario that @thiccoldb​ was describing for their ‘DnD’ character (its not really DnD but idk how else to describe it) and I got inspired to write this piece. Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s well into the night when the drops come pouring down onto the roof of the lonely London home. The moonlight hazy as the clouds slowly encase it, sniffing out its light. There are no lights on, save for the single desk lamp she is using to finish her work. Her muscles tense from the day's stress. She shivers, cold from the lowering temperatures seeping in from the early April shower.

Even later, still, is when wet footsteps are heard outside the door of the house. A faint sound of keys jangling can be heard as the door knob turns slowly so as to not alert anyone. The door, an old and rusty thing, lets out a groan; awakening its hinges from their slumber. The man walks in not greeting her, never greeting her.

If she acknowledged his presence, she didn’t show, but He continues his trek on through the living room and into the kitchen where a teapot is sat neatly waiting for him. He quickly prepared the divine concoction, not wanting to keep her waiting any longer. Waiting for the pot to wail, he thinks, ‘Why am I hurrying? She doesn’t seem eager to see me.’ And yet he goes on with the utmost care, making her favourite drink. In her favourite teapot. In her favourite teacup. 

She spots Him in the corner of her eye, solemnly making his way to the side of the sofa; the quiet pitter-patter of the rain and the occasional key clicks the only sounds echoing in the room. The seconds before She deigns to look over feel like hours to Him, but then her eyes meet his and they soften ever so slightly. He sets his tea cup down and pats the sofa’s arm lightly, a coy smile gracing his chiseled features. 

She wants to roll her eyes, scoff and go back to her work but after today’s stressful events, she can’t find it in her to do so. So, She saunters over, feet stepping quietly, and sits down on the arm of the cream-coloured sofa; muscles relaxing slightly. He then grabs the brush that’s always on the side table, as if it was meant for this exact occasion. And as he runs his fingers through her hair her laptop is forgotten, slowly sliding off her criss crossed legs onto the cushion below.

Using this moment to allow the dam of thoughts to break, she begins to wonder, ‘Is Brian doing well? He must be, Brian and Him seem happy.’ She worries over Him and how his significant other are dealing with his disorder. ‘Life was never easy for someone with DID.’ She melancholy thought.

This thought being the last she allowed to escape, she returned to her work; wordlessly, meticulously. And as He was plaiting her hair his mind clashed in war. Should He speak to her? Would She listen? The loser of the battle nigh important as the victor stripped it of its purpose; slitting its throat. Ultimately, the decision to remain silent fared well, for he knew not if he would have been capable of silencing his resent. ‘I wonder how Daniel is...that fucking prick.’ An awful taste building in his mouth as he finished the ends of the plait, moving to sit on the loveseat beside her. In anger He fiddled with a bracelet on his wrist, one She had given him long ago. A friendship bracelet. He remembers the moment clear as day.

It was a warm, sunny day at Nithercott Academy. The early spring air shaking the cherry blossoms as the two walked down the path, together, hand-in-hand. He was telling her jokes, stories from his hometown, just about anything to impress her, his soulmate.She laughed along, elated to have found her soulmate and love, but then she stopped and asked him a question he would never have expected. 

And he said yes. And as if the moment were out of a movie, right on cue, the blown cherry blossom petals surrounded them in a beautiful flurry; signifying the beginning of a beautiful new chapter.

But alas, all chapters, no matter how perfect, must come to an end.

The fight started just like any other day. She was finishing classes and he was done for the day. She had just gone out to look for Him when she had stumbled upon him, on another woman. She was shocked, overcome with emotion. ‘How could this have happened? Was I not good enough? Was he using me this whole time? Was it all a lie to begin with?’ The thoughts raced through her mind and before she could think twice about what she was saying she yelled His name. She screamed and she cried and she ran. She ran and ran and ran, not into his arms like she used to, but to hide from him. He was no longer her home.

For days he tried to get a hold of her, to talk to her, write to her, anything. But for fourteen days she did not permit her presence to grace his, and he was going insane. He had no memory of what he had done to make her so mad and his mind couldn’t take it.

And it split.

For a week he was hospitalized, no visitors, not until his mind was stable. DID they called it, the condition that he had been “suffering” from. It stemmed from childhood trauma, something he had grown accustomed to. He also had “alters” as they were called, and they appear after intense traumatic experiences. But the one important thing that connected all the pieces was amnesia. 

So, that’s why he had no memory of the week before.

And once He was discharged from the hospital She was there to greet him, anger, tears and all. He had explained to her the state or his mind and his condition. She explained what his alter had done. He tried to make amends and fix their broken relationship, but she had already made up her mind. And she uttered the last words he wanted to hear, They were to be soulmates no more.

He remembers how sad he was when he heard the words part her rosy lips; lips he had kissed tenderly not 3 weeks before. He remembers when she found another guy, and came to his doorstep in tears after he had cheated. He remembers him finding a boy he could have been serious about, and how said boy left him after four months, used. He remembers the endless cycle of new partners, new termination, same arms that they’d cry into.

And as he fiddled with the bracelet on his arm he remembers today is the anniversary of her gift. It would have been two years today, two wonderful years at her side. But he can’t bring himself to bring it up, not in front of her. What may have been happy memories to him, could be unpleasant ones for her.

And as he stares at her, glowing in the light from her computer screen, he can’t help but be content. At least She kept Him in her life, and if this was how the universe chose to pair them up, then, Hell, he couldn’t think of any other way.