The sound of water dripping down the roof echo around the house, raindrops falling mercilessly on a poor random dog, its tail curled against its belly, snot hit against the closed main door again and again.. It cries and cries.. sound grows louder.. but there is no creek of door, no movement of wood opening. The dog's eyes looks at the doorknob with look full of innocence, terror.. and perhaps resentment, if it was a human, but because its not a human.. it just stands slowly, lift its rear leg and pee for full five seconds before running away to find another shelter..
The silence in the house itself is not less worse than outside, loud thump! and hit! of some random classic hero comes from the television, bright flickering glow of T.V. falls on the otherwise absolute darkness of the house. In the same living room sits a couch.. and on that couch sits a cushion.. and even on that cushion sits a man or.. a boy, it's hard to say because of his behavior. Back of hands pressed under chin, elbows on the knees, eyes stares at the television screen, his heart thumps from the sheer adrenalin because hero in the movie is finally moving toward the heroine from behind.. Slick, wet skin of the heroine.. draped only by the thin sundress which is also seen-through due to the rain.. the heroine stands unaware of the man who is walking toward her, her palms up toward the sky, collecting the raindrops..
In the living room, he shifts his butt slowly on the cushion, his eyes now locked on the screen, intensely. When hero on the T.V. reaches out with his hand toward the waist of woman.. the boy on the couch automatically gulps.. On the television, hero's hand hovers just near the woman's waist, just near the pale white skin which is almost bare.. rain fall even more heavily.. Hero's hand finally slides along the waist, fabric shifting under his hand..
Boy gulps again, toes curling on the floor, jaw tightening. Woman's let out a shock yelped but hero was already too mesmerized to stop.. his fingers digs slightly, squeezing the pale skin there.. *ELECTRICITY CUT-OFF*.
Dark completely overshadows the living room the moment television went off. In the dark, he shifts slowly, expression falls, and then a very annoyed growl as he slumps back on the couch, hiding his face against his knees and then.. just sighs.
Finally, he registers the dark. Head turns first to the left, then right and finally upwards. Cushion drops down the couch when he jumped, the thumps-thumps of feet echo in the quiet house as he sprints toward the main door, throat working nervously. His hand closes on the knob, and then with the motion which is almost desperate, he yanks opens the door..
"Rain... It's raining?"
Voice came out low and surprised. Surprised because every window and door was closed, so there was no way for sound of rain to come inside, and his attention was.. elsewhere to notice that weather was raging just outside his house. That miserable dog is also out of sight now.. Not that he knows about it.
Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps echoes in the porch, just outside the main door. His fingers tighten unconsciously on the doorknob, heart racing from adrenaline.. who is this? In this rain..? The thought enters his mind for a second before disappearing quickly when the sound grows even louder.. Tap-Splash! Tap-Splash! He takes a slow step back inside his own house, door closing until there is just a little space to see outside at the platform. Sound grows louder.. more more..
Finally, from the heavy dark blanket of rain appears a figure.. two arms, two legs.. one head.. Good. Silhouette of figure becomes clear with every steps it takes forward.. When the figure finally stands in just front of the door, His eyes finally catches the appearance somewhat while still hiding from behind the door.. Hairs plastered over the face, hands curled against the chest as if to protect from the chill, droplets trails down the chin, cheek and face.. clothes seen-through the thin white top..
From behind the door and inside the house, sound came out, his voice low, confused and slightly.. terrified.. "Who..?"
"..."
The silence from the figure was all he got in return. Finally, when his heartbeat became too frantic, he started closing the door with an intent to shut off the intensity of moment too. But, just then.. the hand of figure moved, and closed over the knob on other side of the door. That figure pulled the door that way, he pulled it this way and finally he grumbled quietly and said, annoyingly, "What the hell!? Remove your hand, this isn't a game!".
The figure on the other side finally stopped pulling, but fingers stayed tight on the knob before finally other voice came out.. from the figure itself, hurried, shaky and.. clearly feminine.
"w..wait! stop pulling it.. That's pretty rude, you cannot close the door on my.. on my face! Please don't!"
He stopped attempting to close the door at the sound of voice, then slowly peeks just slightly through the creek between the door and doorframe, eyes look over her face again before speaking, his voice came out suspicious and hesitating.. "Why were you coming like.. like a ghost before?"
However, after further glance over, and watching that pitiful, harmless expression on her face, he finally opens the door even if albeit slowly since his hand was basically trembling faintly on the knob.
Tap-Splash! Her boots creates that same sound again, the same sound which had stirred his nerves and guts earlier. Her eyes looks nervously and cautiously around the hallway and especially at him, her hands curled over her chest to hide the way damp fabric was draped over her breasts. She was hiding her chest as if he might suddenly pounce at her.
"Full stop there! those boots are dirty.. were you playing in mud or something? Take them off before you step inside.. uh.. please?", The please at the end was said after watching that pitiful expression of her, and he cannot ignore feeling protective at the sight.. even if he wasn't feeling good quite.
After minutes of awkward and wary transition between the living room and bathroom, she finally sits on the couch across from the couch he was sitting on. On the coffee table between them rest two cups filled with fresh and hot tea. Her fingers tug at the thread of dried shirt that she had borrowed from him, along with trousers which weren't not quite fit on her. After a moment, she finally grips her cup, both hands curling on it.. though her gaze was moving between the house, tea.. and him very frequently.
He didn't reached for his cup yet, just watch the table silently between them. Electricity had come back after couple of minutes of her entering but opening the television and watching that specific movie.. was hard in front of this stranger. Finally, he reached for the cup, and took a sip. After another awkward and heavy silence, where he tries to move on from his irritation, he finally asks, while trying to keep his tone less intrusive or rude.
"So.. What's your situation..?"