{ THE CALL }

I don't mind the rain...

The light pitter-patter of water hitting the roof echoed throughout the house. Thunder rumbled in the distance, eerie and yet equally calming. The air swirling through the rooms was chilly and it seemed to seep into the bones of every person in the dwelling, causing shivers to subconsciously run down their backs as they occupied themselves.

A thin, pale man sat at the edge of the window. A thick, wool-like blanket had been draped over his shoulders as he seemed to mindlessly face the nothingness of the bland wooden walls. Scarred, sightless eyes moved from left to right as if searching for something they could not see. His hand reached out towards the ceiling with fingers splayed apart. Held there for a second, the outstretched arm began to fall with an aura of failure. As the male lowered it further and further, his fingers curled around the oblivion surrounding him.

Everyone was home, but no one was found. With rustled, fiery red hair, he stood out among the other residents of the humble home. He pushed himself up from the stool he had claimed with the blanket slowly slipping off of his shoulders. The opposite hand extended towards the wall and he pressed his fingertips to it, running them against the spruce wood for stability as he walked.

He felt a small gap in the wall and knew that he had reached the door. With practiced ease, he reached for the curved brass handle and pushed forward. The outside rain became louder, and as he slipped out he felt the mass of droplets soaking through his clothing. The door - now behind him - squeaked shut and ended with a loud 'bang.'

The rain reminded him of the crowds; it reminded him of the bloodshed and the fire. It reminded him that there was something left of him and all he had to do was try. But that was the thing - he felt he couldn't try. No matter how hard he did so, nothing ever helped. He never progressed further, and in fact, he felt as if he had just been pushed back. He knew he knew those things. He knew they were somewhere, tucked deep in the corners of his problematic mind but he just couldn't find them.

He was thoroughly drenched within seconds, but he didn't mind.

the simple things and subtleties, they always stay the same.

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AYE THIS IS A THINGY EXCERPT THAT MAY GO INTO THE VERY END OF THE CALL (no definitely wont. this is a very self indulgent thing i have done here)

I HEADCANNON MY OWN STORIES

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