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The smell of rain speaks to me of you ..........




Author: Jandira
Beta: Alice
Rating: NC17
Warning: Angst, Non-related Twincest;
Genre: One Shot
Disclaimers: I write what is invented, Tom and Bill do not belong to me, there gain nothing.







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The smell of rain speaks to me of you ..........


Now remember the details of a pouring rain, in late November, on the streets.
remember the cautious steps of a boy on the sidewalks to avoid the puddles.

remember her high-heeled shoes, her long legs, tight pants and
blacks, prematurely invaded the twilight of the evening mist.
remember the tone of his voice in a semi desert bar, the chocolate cup that held tight to keep warm.
remember her bare shoulders under her coat, the first contact of our hands. Then
doubt. If I were to make a wrong step. If I could go back from there or not.


wonder why they return to the mind so minor details: the rain,
first, coming down from above like a dumb scenario,
surrounded us like a game or a twist of fate after all
predictable. As expected, in fact, temperature acceptable
variations of light, a light breeze, in that season? Only now I
the certainty of having been driven by weather events in the story
.
suspect, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative
, or I would have been so well prepared - as they are usually
backward and introverted - to talk, or I would have hit that particular
shoes on pools or legs or overcoat. Some time

men watching from below and in turn love - or hate
the contrary - that searching look,
because they are judged in their first appearance as a bizarre but elegant. That

time was not a voluntary act, eyes are turning themselves on
creature that walked a few steps ahead of me. The rest
happened a second chance. He entered a small bar and recessed
among the shops. I continued up to the crossroads and then went back,
following in his footsteps. I ordered a coffee stand.

He sat apart, plagued by a something that, while large drops of rain
rolled away from his clothes. It seems now to have heard
utter a word, name, a ' I'm sorry, "all thanks to
which I found the courage to approach.
The rain fell while stronger on asphalt, Ploce Ploce, swallowed by the grate.

I lost almost all sense of our discourse ever since. The
charm that the boy has on me now escapes me, I did not remember specific points
or fix that.
makes its way into
mind the smell of rain on your skin, the smell of wet roads and that sort of melancholy
month of November. Maybe because I have never met, will always believe that
losing opportunities important to be late for appointments
that destiny gives us, and for which we have not
eyes.
will be a rain now falls on the roads in that way and the whole city suffers from the same sense of longing.

E '
funny how a person can leave you met only once a
feeling so soft and neutral. Those eyes so full of sadness
yet so sweet, you were sitting there talking to me
a perfect stranger that you have given your deepest fears.

that the fact that I did not know anything about you, that we would not
other again, you has given confidence to speak without brakes.

Perhaps it is not what he can out of your mind
every drop that falls and touches my skin. And 'as if somehow I was talking
are you telling me once about how your vote
perfect life has collapsed.

I hear someone laughing and I turn
with the hope that the laughter was yours, but it is too different from your
. Still do not remember how was your laugh, I remembered how stupid
trivial and not something so important.

The rain does not stop and I must go home where no one will welcome me,
because the house is empty as the heart, for far too long. Yet that
day for those few hours I felt something, a feeling
strange but pleasant. I do not know what to call it but it was there and I felt good
until it vanished from my sight.

know I stopped wearing the umbrella when it rains, it somehow makes me feel more
near you. Remember what you told me? I did not understand really what your
sentence seemed so stupid that they say the children, but now I understand ...
"Walking the streets when you are sad, rain
that caresses the face hair, it felt so good. E '
as if somehow I was being taking away the pain
naked eye can not see. "

" Bill "was, oh you better say your name.
Who knows where you are now, you pathetic want you again?
You can attach it to someone you've known and seen only once?
Yet in that once managed to make it different ... He

its simplicity, the desire to clarify his way of seeing things
, his air of innocent children ... His excitement for any little thing
.
everything he did or saw made her unique and very special. How the hot chocolate tasted as if it were the last.
He had also to be the smiling bartender, who was so grumpy. That's

make everything unique special as it was the last time I
made him restless, and now that I think well, his eyes were sad but hopeful
. He told me that for him every day was like
was unique. E 'for what makes it so "special" yet
something special that told me not to dig further.

Oh, she's stopped raining. In the air the scent
the rain is so intense, the wind blowing light transports him across the country.
I can hear your voice fade away with the rain that has so far shared those memories with you.
I wonder if you remember me how I remember you.

The clouds give way to sunshine that somehow makes you insecure and curious
space with its rays and caresses the landscape. A ray

touches my fearful face as if somehow he knew that those
drops that run through my face are a reminder that I will not delete
, but I must let you go. You can not live a memory or
at least I can let you go when the sun does not know you. E '
strange because the rain is coupled with sadness as I
the combination that you have given me happiness if only for a few hours.
'm weird, right? But you were and so are more than I do.
Perhaps that day was actually last for us, but you've made it really endless, yet intensely alive in my mind.

So I have to stop thinking in some ways it's time to move on.
I can not forget, but I can stop living
every time it rains as if you were there to speak through her.

If only I knew the feeling it stabs, which constantly teases my heart every time
that your face appears in my memories. Look

them, sitting, laughing, talking. It seems that the world around them
not exist, and those two guys who walk hand in hand
make me angry, because they do not even know that I go back to their
there are people who will never know what they are feeling them. The envy!
's funny how this situation also makes me think I want to be like the two lovers, with you by my side! And
'This Love?
You can love someone who was passing in your life for such a short time?
If this is love, I'm fucking fucked because my love is hopeless.

are at the front door of my apartment building, is well off, all gray In
thought of the loneliness that awaits me, now friend and travel companion
in that apartment, my stomach shrinks.

Climbing the stairs I find a boy with platinum blonde of the cartons in my hand and I smiled
parts. I think it's a new tenant. It looks like a young
happy, maybe I could make us friends, but just maybe.

As I climb the stairs, I arrive at my floor and I see the door next to my apartment
opened and the blond who made the stairs with me
enter into talking to someone that I see. He
of a white rasta
long black hair that falls on the shoulders wrapped in a tight-fitting black sweater
. The long legs are covered with a couple of strange Scottish
jeans, a bit 'absurd and amphibians blacks. It has a very ambiguous
clothing, yet somehow familiar. Those

the back I've already glimpsed somewhere, that way of
climb over the boxes with light hops so reminds me of something.
now escapes me or my constant thinking about him makes me even to imagine things? Tom
Yes, your brain is now gone.
Wait a minute, that laugh that laugh ... remember, is its
and then ... "Oh Andy, if not the tears I swear I beat you to complain, it's just some boxes"
That voice is yours, is my Bill, and he is
... " ;
Tom? "Oh christ is he really? And even then I recognized him
I was in your heart? Oh wait a minute, he called me
should I say no?
"Oh yeah, you're Bill, right?" As if you did not know real Tom? Dumb, dumb.
He smiles at me and a box with crosses that grace comes to absurd and against all happy.
"Oh Tom, I do not know how much pleasure to see you and ..."
His thoughts were interrupted by that blond
"He's that Tom?"
Hey, like that Tom? What do you mean? Bill

blushes, puts a lock of hair behind her ear, smiled and
strikes his friend who seems like he'd just seen a ghost. Bill

gently began to tell me what he had done in recent months,
laughing and joking with his friend that cause it.
I discovered that he was my new neighbor, and I foolishly ask, "But because we lived here anyone?"

I came to know that the grandmother of Bill, now former owner, was my old neighbor who
, deceased, had left the apartment at
dear nephew.
But how can he and I we never met?
not know, fate is strange sometimes. Is giving me a new chance and I certainly I will not run again.

Li helped with the boxes and discovered that the blond was the best friend of Bill
that after our meeting he had tormented
talking about me and how he wanted to meet again.

also discovered that at that time Bill was fighting with chemotherapy
often reduced him tired and his way of seeing and living each day as if it were the last
finally had a reason. Still

hours after winning his battle against the disease in those chocolate brown eyes
, I read the will to live does not stop the days
giving them that extra touch that only he can give.
laughs and jokes with me like we're friends forever.

That feeling that I wrapped around the heart becomes more and more space in
me giving me the confidence that love at first sight does exist and he is my Bill.

decided to invite them to my house to eat pizza, as in his, even if
over, there were the boxes that gave discomfort.
When you came into my house, it seemed that the house comes to life. It was I who saw everything change around with him?

ate and joked while. I could not keep watching, it was as if my eyes
not find anything interesting than him.
He seemed to notice this and reciprocated my eyes shyly.
Lips so succulent and so inviting stretched into smiles just for me was there for me and for anyone else.
Yet the time had flown and not realizing the sun was setting and the orange sky was cloudless.

He was drawn to that scene that caught the attention of
all present. It was raining with the sun. The sky was clear, red and orange
and the drops stood on the windows of my house. I smiled and turned to look
. Its profile looked so delicate it all with
joyful and curious eyes, then looked at me. It was a look that seemed
lasted an eternity I felt his lips on mine in a chaste kiss
light and my heart beat a thousand.
thousand emotions, a thousand thoughts to wrap my head but only one was of course ... I foolishly took him.
As if nothing had happened, he resumed his place by reminding us, and we continued talking and joking.
still raining outside as if you would talk to me again, but now I was not listening anymore.
Now I had him whispering to them that fate always gives one last chance.


It's been five months since that meeting changed my life
You're my boy, and every day I fall in love more than you, in your simplicity.
Every time it rains, do not listen to his call because you are here now.
Why live with memories when you can live?

END