Brendon remembered to bring an umbrella the next time he visits the bridge, and he decided to make this a day ritual rather than a night visit.

He still has plans to jump, of course. But he has lots of time to do that.

"I see you're still alive." Dallon greets him with a cheeky grin. It would have been annoying but it was far from that. It's actually very endearing.

"What, you want me gone?" He joked.

The other man shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing, his mouth is in a tight line. "Nah. You're my rain buddy."

It's touching, actually. To have someone consider you a buddy even when he only met this man just days ago.

At least someone finds him important.

The rain stops short the moment he's beside Dallon. And it's kinda disappointing because he knows Dallon only stays during the rain.

"Are you going now?" Brendon asked, trying to mask his disappointment at such a short meet up.

Dallon runs his fingers through his wet hair, moving away the strands of hair that are blocking his eyes. The sun's light weaves through the heavy clouds, the light hitting against Dallon's eyes that gleam like the passing storm. Bright, calming, and peaceful.

The drenched man smiles at him, making his eyes crinkle endearingly. Every movement is slow, ticking but breathtaking with each passing second.

He's beautiful.

"Nah. You just came here. If we can't watch the rain, let's just watch the sun to appear and have a little chat." Dallon suggested, pulling Brendon down by the arm as they sat beside each other, shoulders touching.

Brendon didn't understand how his life became like this. Sitting on a wet pavement of a broken bridge with a lone man who enjoys the rain. Not a lot of people get the chance, perhaps, to have such a unique experience like he has.

The man beside him chats animatedly, his hands gesturing wildly when he wants to make a point. This is the most discussion Brendon has ever had with an individual without getting bored. Dallon has a humor that not a lot can relate but some people can appreciate.

He loves it when the man laughs at the silliest things, his eyes tearing up at the laughter he lets out. Brendon tries not to make it obvious how he's memorizing the gesture of the other man.

He can't bare the thought of missing this part of his life. He's a bit thankful he didn't jump off too soon when he wanted to.

Brendon's going to miss out on something mesmerizing such as this man in front of him.

"Brendon, look!" The other man calls for his attention, pointing at something in the sky.

It's a rainbow, all in it's seven colored glory presents itself, painting a whole new color to the grayish skies. Brendon remembers having those beliefs as children where there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It's a silly belief, really. No one has ever really seen the end of a rainbow.

"Make a wish at the rainbow." Dallon says, closing his eyes and making a silent wish. He wonders if Dallon was taught a different belief where rainbows can grant wishes.

Brendon stares at the taller man beside him. Just the sight of him calms Brendon's heart. If the rainbow can grant wishes, he supposes his wish is already granted, just having Dallon by his side.

That's what Brendon has always asked for: something to calm the storms within him.

"What did you wish for?" Brendon asked, as the other man opens his eyes and smiles at him.

"Wishes are a secret unless they come true, Brendon." He says with amusement, as his eyes return to gaze at the rainbow.

If Brendon had another wish, he wants to have a decent life. A family with two dogs living in a nice house. But the stress with work and his conflict with his family isn't making it easy. He carries a heavy weight, thinking about the problems.

He wonders how Dallon could have such a carefree life, just basking in the weather and find beauty in everything around him. Does he ever have problems?

"So what do you do for a living, Dallon?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I sing for a band." He replies, his eyes still glued to the rainbow.

Brendon does remember Dallon singing the 2nd time they met. The smooth velvety tone of his voice resounding the rainy night.

"Will you sing for me?" Brendon thought it was worth a shot to hear the other man's voice again.

Dallon nods, and closes his eyes:

"Oh, she lines the pictures, in a pretty row
To create the circumstances that the evidence will show.
And who will be a witness for the solitary host?
If you sleep tonight, the visitation of the ghost."

Brendon sings for as long as he can remember, but he's forgotten how wonderful it is to sing when you want to, and not because thousands of people just paid you to do it for them. Not that he doesn't love singing for them, of course. It's still different when you want to sing just because you want to. Just like Dallon.

"What's the name of your band, by the way?" Brendon asked once Dallon was finished with his song.

"The Brobecks. That's been my band for almost a decade. We've not been very successful though. But I enjoyed my time with the band and that I've been able to play the music I want to." He says.

"Why do you think it wasn't successful?"

Dallon shrugs noncommittally. "Some music are a hit, some are not. That's just how it goes."

The taller man scratches the back of his head. "Did you know I was offered a solo record by a label? But I refused."

Brendon blinks at him. "Wait, why? That's a great chance and you just let it pass by?"

Dallon turns to him, his eyes furrowed in confusion. "Because they don't want my band mates. I'm not going to choose success if it leaves my friends behind me. Screw that record."

Brendon concludes that this man in front of him is one of a kind.

"But you could have been big, you know. Imagine yourself being on billboards and your songs being played on the radio airwaves!" That's Brendon's life right now. Interviews, singing songs on live shows, that's his life. How could Dallon refuse?

Dallon scrunches his nose, in which Brendon finds adorable on the older man.

"I just think money and fame will never stay with you when you need them the most." He says with sincerity, his eyes gazing the fading colors of the rainbow. "So, I chose a lifetime subscription of happiness. Family, friends, and the people who matter, those are the things that will stay if you keep them. And they'll be there when you need them. Forget being famous."

Not a lot of people have such passion. And not a lot of people are Dallon Weekes, it seems.

"If you don't want to be famous, why are you a musician?" It makes Brendon curious. Everything about this man sparks his curiosity.

"Well, I just want to be acknowledged. I want my works to be remembered, I want my songs to be appreciated. My fear is that people will forget me one day. I just want people who matter to remember me as I am and for what I have." Dallon says, looking down at the hands on his lap.

"I'll never forget you." Brendon says in an almost silent admission.

Dallon turns to him, his eyes wide with surprise. Brendon is being honest when he said it. This man's honest feelings overwhelms Brendon to the point where he wanted to help this man.

He has almost forgotten how important it is to value everything that pushed him through to where he is right now.

It's odd how such situations like these are more likely to teach you a lesson.

"Thank you, Brendon." Dallon gives him a genuine, breath taking smile in which he gladly returns.

The rainbow fades above their heads and in Brendon's mind, maybe wishing on something unexplainable isn't as crazy as he though it'd be.