☆ Welkin Tears: A Modern Faerie Tale
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writtendreamTitle: Welkin Tears: A Modern Faerie Tale
Author: Tsubame Ongaku
Rating: General
Summary: What if the rain is alive? Yet, only you can see him. Everytime it rains he comes to you. You can feel him, yet you can't see him. You simply know he's there.
Welkin Tears: A Modern Faerie Tale
Definition: Welkin (Archaic)- The vault of heaven; the sky. The upper air.
The rain…
I do believe the sky is crying today.
I sometimes feel the rain was speaking to me. As crazy as it sounds, sometimes when the sky cries I find myself stopping to taste its tears. While the whole world rushed to escape from getting wet, I would stop to watch and hum to myself. Sometimes, I’d feel a cold breath behind my neck as if listening to me. It always seemed that I find myself more at home speaking with the rain than to most people.
This is a habit my parents want to me to break so much. The cold rain makes me so weak and I become so pale and sickly even with just a second in his time. Mother and father… they are so worried. But I cannot turn away; I do not wish to turn away. It would be like asking me to not breathe.
Whenever I have the urge to run from him, I could almost hear him whisper into my ear. “Get a hold of yourself. You seem like someone else.” I would smile and slow down my pace. It is rather strange that I would sometimes sense how pleased the rain would be when I did. Other people ran; I do not.
Some people find it so odd and think that I must be crazy to be hearing voices. They think I am even crazier when I tell them that it is the rain. After that, many of my peers began to keep their distance and… I was alone… or at least I thought I was alone.
Shivering. I remember shivering. I was so cold. I remember tears streaming down my face. I was alone. I was lost. No matter how much I tried to reach out for someone’s touch, they seem to slip further and further. Screams. My head was screaming for them to not leave me, yet they did not seem to heed me.
…instead, I felt another’s arms around me… pulling me back and telling me, “Please don’t run.” With tears still streaming, I cannot do anything but simply nod. Am I forever to be a slave to this voice I wonder? Intoxication, Euphoria… But I cannot allow this to continue.
“Please stop me,” a whisper came from my lips, though I know that no one will heed me. Nobody heeds… but the rain. I do not understand why the rain would seem pleased by my tears.
Sometimes when I believe myself to be alone, I can feel eyes following my every move. Bending my head down, I refused to meet anyone’s eye. Watching. Constantly watching. I did not want this. My love for the rain was becoming dread with each passing day. Just knowing he would be there was making my head spin.
Something was wrong with me. My soul begged for someone to stop me. Nobody understands; nobody but the rain. I was falling, I fought with myself, not to allow myself to do so but I already was. All common sense seems to have fled from my grasp.
“Let me go…” I whispered, closing my eyes and trying to sound as determined as I could despite having a wavering heart.
“No,” I could hear him reply.
“Why?”
He didn’t give me a straight answer and instead asked me, “Do you not love the rain?”
Silence. There was silence at first, but then I nodded. “Yes, I love the rain.” I could not lie. I wish I could.
“Then now you have your answer.” I could not see him, but I could swear that he was smiling. His voice was so gentle, it was bewitching me. He was always like that, avoiding giving me a straight answer. At times it frustrates me to no end. That was not the answer I was looking for.
The rain… the sky was crying again.
Like usual, I can feel the breath of a faceless person at the back of my neck. I do not want this. How I wanted to cry… but I knew I must not. My tears would only bring pleasure to the rain…
…and what I don’t need now… is more reason for him not to let me go.
Author: Tsubame Ongaku
Rating: General
Summary: What if the rain is alive? Yet, only you can see him. Everytime it rains he comes to you. You can feel him, yet you can't see him. You simply know he's there.
Definition: Welkin (Archaic)- The vault of heaven; the sky. The upper air.
The rain…
I do believe the sky is crying today.
I sometimes feel the rain was speaking to me. As crazy as it sounds, sometimes when the sky cries I find myself stopping to taste its tears. While the whole world rushed to escape from getting wet, I would stop to watch and hum to myself. Sometimes, I’d feel a cold breath behind my neck as if listening to me. It always seemed that I find myself more at home speaking with the rain than to most people.
This is a habit my parents want to me to break so much. The cold rain makes me so weak and I become so pale and sickly even with just a second in his time. Mother and father… they are so worried. But I cannot turn away; I do not wish to turn away. It would be like asking me to not breathe.
Whenever I have the urge to run from him, I could almost hear him whisper into my ear. “Get a hold of yourself. You seem like someone else.” I would smile and slow down my pace. It is rather strange that I would sometimes sense how pleased the rain would be when I did. Other people ran; I do not.
Some people find it so odd and think that I must be crazy to be hearing voices. They think I am even crazier when I tell them that it is the rain. After that, many of my peers began to keep their distance and… I was alone… or at least I thought I was alone.
Shivering. I remember shivering. I was so cold. I remember tears streaming down my face. I was alone. I was lost. No matter how much I tried to reach out for someone’s touch, they seem to slip further and further. Screams. My head was screaming for them to not leave me, yet they did not seem to heed me.
…instead, I felt another’s arms around me… pulling me back and telling me, “Please don’t run.” With tears still streaming, I cannot do anything but simply nod. Am I forever to be a slave to this voice I wonder? Intoxication, Euphoria… But I cannot allow this to continue.
“Please stop me,” a whisper came from my lips, though I know that no one will heed me. Nobody heeds… but the rain. I do not understand why the rain would seem pleased by my tears.
Sometimes when I believe myself to be alone, I can feel eyes following my every move. Bending my head down, I refused to meet anyone’s eye. Watching. Constantly watching. I did not want this. My love for the rain was becoming dread with each passing day. Just knowing he would be there was making my head spin.
Something was wrong with me. My soul begged for someone to stop me. Nobody understands; nobody but the rain. I was falling, I fought with myself, not to allow myself to do so but I already was. All common sense seems to have fled from my grasp.
“Let me go…” I whispered, closing my eyes and trying to sound as determined as I could despite having a wavering heart.
“No,” I could hear him reply.
“Why?”
He didn’t give me a straight answer and instead asked me, “Do you not love the rain?”
Silence. There was silence at first, but then I nodded. “Yes, I love the rain.” I could not lie. I wish I could.
“Then now you have your answer.” I could not see him, but I could swear that he was smiling. His voice was so gentle, it was bewitching me. He was always like that, avoiding giving me a straight answer. At times it frustrates me to no end. That was not the answer I was looking for.
The rain… the sky was crying again.
Like usual, I can feel the breath of a faceless person at the back of my neck. I do not want this. How I wanted to cry… but I knew I must not. My tears would only bring pleasure to the rain…
…and what I don’t need now… is more reason for him not to let me go.