short story - untitled

 It was raining outside, the rain was laud, the day had been gray all long and now slowly it was turning darker and darker, the time passed and nothing seemed to change at all.

I was laying on the sofa, just listening music, reading a book and hearing the drop go against the window, it was the wind, a strong breeze directing the fall of the drops. I looked through the window the few people out there, running trying to escape from the rain, which seemed impossible, their umbrellas being blown away.

I always liked to look from the window, no one ever noticed me looking at them but I guess there is always an exception to all circumstances.

He was wearing a long black coat, contrary to the other people, he was walking slowly not being bothered by the rain at all, he stops close to where the building, almost in front of it and looks up, like he was enjoying the rain droplets hit against his face and then I felt as he was looking directly at me with an intense look, of course there was no way to prove such a thing, such a detail could not been seen from the distance but it was just the feeling, I froze and slowly I turned away from the window, when I turned to look again he was not there.

The rain seemed never ending, since the day before it was raining and hasn't stopped and seemed like it would never stop. which created a surprise when it suddenly stops a scary silent, when a sudden thunder breaks the silence and a light in the darkness, all lights go off after and the only light that could be seen is the one from the sudden lightning from the thunders. The outside was still full of silence and the only noise was the drum of the thunders.

I sit in my couch just observing the night sky, when the sudden melody of a violin attracts my attention, the melody was perfect and moved my heart, felt like a sudden sorrow invaded my soul, a strong feeling of melancholy, like I was longing for something but didn't know, the emptiness was immense and without any sense. I closed my eyes, the sky distracted me from the melody, the thunders too and the rain started again but I just focused on the melody from the unknown violin as I was expecting something to come, maybe images in my head, unexpected memories but nothing came just the sorrow kept growing.

The night was over and many came after, I expected the violin to be played again but it did not.

It was a dark evening, no one could tell that winter was ending, it seemed like winter was starting, the rain was sudden and strong,it had no mercy for the ones walking in the streets and this time I was one of them, I did not run, there was no sense in running, there was no way to avoid getting wet after all.

As the rain was falling at fast speed I was soaking wet. I kept walking trying to get shelter with no luck, when suddenly the rain stops falling on me, I look in next to me a hand holding an umbrella, I look up to see who was being so kind, he was unknown to me but for some reason he had a familiar look, he just gave me a smile and made the gesture for me to hold the umbrella which I did, as soon as I take the umbrella with my hand he starts to walk off, with clumsy manner I tried to follow him and tried to articulate some word to stop him, he just turned to give me a wide smile, without opening his mouth but his smile was enough to stop me from walking, from saying anything. He turns and keep walking and soon disappears in the fog, I didn't even noticed there was fog. I kept walking with the umbrella in my hand, I walked slowly without being able to comprehend the situation, even though there was nothing to comprehend.

Once back in my apartment, while drying my hair and deciding what to cook, the melody of the violin starts to play again, I stopped my actions without realizing and just concentrated on listening the melody, once again the sorrow and that incomprehensible feeling. I walk towards the window trying to look who is playing and for my surprise I can someone playing on the street, under the street light, it was dark and he was the only one in the street, it was not raining anymore but the bench where he was sitting was probably wet but there he was playing passionately. He finishes and looks up, like he was looking towards me, he makes a reverence and walks away.

The coming nights I didn't see him again or heard the violin either, the rain seemed to stop but the days were still gray. Without reason I decided to walk one night, still wasn't dark and people were walking still. Walking by the main street I thought to hear the melody of the violin, I wasn't sure but the more I walked down the street the louder the melody was, I wasn't sure it was the same person, there was something in the feeling of the violin, I kept walking at slow peace and when I realize someone playing in the street, it was a girl, it was definitely not the same person, she was not the person I saw the other night... disappointed I walked away, without realizing I ended up in a park, it was quiet, the only I could hear were my own steps but soon I heard another steps, I got scare, I looked around me but couldn't find anyone.Maybe a shadow, that was all, a slim and tall shadow, I thought of a ghost but I knew it was just impossible maybe just my imagination but thinking of a ghost made me feel secure, I decided to soon walk away from there and come back to the main street, for my surprise when I returned to the street it was less people, the girl was not playing anymore, I walked towards my place and I stopped when seeing a male silhouette sitting in a bench close to my building and with a violin bag, I waited there, people were annoyed with me for stopping so sudden but I didn't care, I could see his wide back his long haired with a loose pony tail, his hair was long and dark color, it looked shiny and silky, he takes out the violin and immediately starts playing, that feeling, it was him. I slowly walk towards him to look at him, his eyes closed, his fingers moved quickly, it was mesmerizing, a smile was drawn on his face and his movements were seductive. I just stood there without being able to move just admiring every single move of his. When he finished, very slowly he placed the violin on his legs, his eyes still close then in slow motion he open his eyes, showing the beauty of his green pupils which also had a touch of golden, I felt hypnotized at the moment I met his gaze.

to be continued...