Title: After the Storm
Character(s): “Aiba”
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Is none ^_^
Note:.
Yosh. I wrote this last night. It actually popped into my head while I was showering XD So I wrote it up right away. Got my mom to look over it. She REALLY liked it *Blush* I hope the message is clear, but I want to see what others think. (I typed it up at, school, too ;X)

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He walked over to the edge of the cliff. He had arrived there early, knowing no one would be there. No one ever was, anyway. He stood, looking at the beautiful array of colors that was the sunrise. Pink, blue, purple. How strikingly beautiful that sky was. It smiled at him.

            He looked down. Far at the bottom of the cliff, water ran carelessly along its way to the waterfall at the edge, not knowing that it was about to fall and lay still forever. He sat and looked up towards the clouds, leaning back on his palms. A soft breeze blew past him, playfully ruffling his hair. He breathed in the cool air, gratefully. He wondered if life was like that, too. If you carelessly lived life, one day you would fall, never to run and laugh, play and love, lose and hate, feel again.

            The clouds moved slowly across the sky. He opened his eyes wide to them, accepting their offering of rain. It never came when he wanted it to. When it did, it pounded on his back, chest, head. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on his arms, burying his face from the world.

            Sometimes it hurt him how beautiful it was. Sometimes it hurt him how suddenly that beauty could turn formidably ugly and grey. He never knew what to do at those times. That’s when he came to the cliff.  When the rain hit the hardest, he always stood at the edge, watching the sky, watching the water. He knew he would never jump.

            Even though the calm water could turn ragged and rage, even though the sky could turn formidable and grey, he loved the colors of when it was beautiful, never ready to let it go. To step off that edge meant to get away from the ugliness, yes, but also to lose all the beauty.

            “Masaki-kun!” He heard her call from behind him. He looked up and turned. She always found him.

 

            The beauty of the rainbow always followed the after storm.