"When Rain Smiled"

Pitter hated the rain.

It reminded him of all the nights he cried alone in his old apartment. The cold floor. The wet windowpanes. The silence between thunder.

So when the sky turned grey that evening, he curled up on the couch, hugging his knees. He didn’t say a word, just stared at the puddles forming on the balcony outside.

Nial watched him from the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

Pitter nodded, but his eyes stayed distant.

Nial didn’t push him. He just walked over, knelt beside the couch, and rested his cheek on Pitter’s knee.

“Talk to me,” he whispered.

Pitter bit his lip. “I’m just being stupid.”

“You’re not.”

“It’s just… stupid memories. Rain always makes me feel like that lonely guy again. You know, the one no one stayed for.”

“I stayed.”

Pitter looked at him, voice cracking. “I know. But sometimes I’m scared. Like, one day you’ll realize you deserve someone braver. Less broken.”

Nial reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind Pitter’s ear. His touch was steady, grounding.

“I didn’t fall for a perfect person, Pitter,” he said. “I fell for you. The boy who cries when he hears a sad song. The boy who laughs at his own jokes. The boy who still believes love can fix things, even after everything.”

A tear rolled down Pitter’s cheek, but this time it wasn’t from fear. It was from warmth.

Nial stood up and gently pulled him to his feet.

“Come on.”

Pitter frowned. “Where?”

Nial didn’t answer. He just led him to the balcony, barefoot, the rain pouring down like soft applause.

“Are you crazy?” Pitter asked, laughing a little through his tears.

“Probably.” Nial stepped out and opened his arms. “But this time, I want you to feel the rain with me. Let’s change what it means.”

Pitter stared at him. The man who never raised his voice. The man who cooked dinner even after long shifts. The man who knew how to stay.

And with a sudden breath of courage, Pitter stepped into the rain.

It was cold. It was wet. It was freeing.

He laughed—a real, raw laugh that cracked open the sky in his heart. Nial spun him slowly, hands on his waist, both of them soaked and smiling.

In that moment, Pitter didn’t feel broken.

He felt loved....

Nial leaned in, water dripping from his lashes. He pressed a soft kiss to Pitter’s lips gentle, slow, like a promise spoken without words. Pitter melted into it, clutching Nial’s shirt like an anchor.

“don't afraid from your past,” Nial whispered. “ made me part of your future.”

“You really think I’m worth staying for?” he asked softly.

Nial kissed his forehead. “No.”

Pitter blinked.

“I know you are.”

"Sometimes, love doesn’t knock on the door, it pulls you into the rain and teaches you how to dance in it."

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