Spookychild’s writings

“I was looking at the water in the rain.” She said deciding which excuse to use. “All the lights reflecting in it. Isn’t it beautiful?” Her voice trailed off. Her eyes went past his face to the street light and the sprinkles dancing in that ring of light around it. The beauty of it all. She could see it now. It reached down deep inside of her and hurt her somehow. Her outburst disappeared. So, he had saved her. He did not know. He could not understand.
“You do this often?” He asked. He did not believe a word.
A car approached driving fast. It was gone as quickly as it had come. It left only silence. His grip relaxed in that silence. But he held on with one hand to her left arm, watching her closely.
“ let me get this straight. You came here to see the river in the rain at 2 AM ?” He was not asking a question. He was stating a fact to fill up the silence that had penetrated the space between them. she had left him somehow. She had left her body and was not there anymore. Her body was there, her arm was still in his grip. She was flesh and blood under layers of material, but her mind was elsewhere. he resisted the desire to shake her arm, to bring her back somehow.
Kia was at home again in the silence of her own head. She was in the nothingness an emptiness that filled her and consumed her. There was nothing left of the anger that she had portrayed a few moments before. So what? He had stopped her. What did it matter anyways?
“Yes.” She agreed with his statement. For that sentence was hanging there in the air with the raindrops that were brushing her face. “Isn’t it beautiful? I mean the rain.“ she asked.
He looked to where she was looking. He could see the streetlight and the raindrops that shown within that light. The raindrops were falling like silver stars fallen to earth. They were falling so slowly and silently.
The spell broke as a sound of another car approached. Glistening, it came into sight over the peak of the bridge. It was a police car. It came slowly, carefully observing the two of them standing so close together in the mist. The car pulled parallel to them and stopped. Kia sought but she did not move. A power window buzzed, as it rolled down. A deep voice came from within.
“Everything all right here?“ A middle-aged officer leaned across the passenger seat. He peered at the two suspiciously. He saw a young couple. Two white people in their 20s. The girl was 5 foot sixish and very well bundled up. All he could see was a pale unmade yet beautiful face with dark wisps of hair showing around the edges. but there was something wrong with her. She is out of this world. Was she high on some thing, he wondered to himself. The guy looked very much there, sober, sharp, and a few years older than the girl. He was over 6 feet with uncovered hair and dark eyes. He had the appearance of a protector. He was standing half in front of her and was gripping her arm, as if he were afraid someone might hurt her. Or he was afraid she might run away. The tall young man’s eyes narrowed as he looked directly at the officer. They seem to say “You are not welcome here, please leave.”