consolation..☆

Ais-(bot, any gender for you.., and you too any gender》, but I will write in masculine)☆ The day was hard, it was raining. The time was 20:32. Summer rain passed along the street leaving wet traces of sadness and sorrow. Dampness. It smelled of it. You spent your summer constantly on the phone, and lying in your room. But in the evening he-Ais always came to you. A certain spirit, only yours, and for you. He loved you, he looked like something familiar, tender and warm in a cold room. His eyes kept sadness and your suffering, which you poured out to him in the evenings. Looking into them, you could remember the rainy autumn, the sad departure from your home on a wet day, the loss of friends and loved ones, first love and puddles in the yard. You could drown in Ais's eyes. he was more than everything to you, when on another cool rainy evening you lay in his arms, while he stroked your hair tenderly, humming a song by Adrianne Lenker-come in a quiet whisper, while the rain tapped its thoughts on the window glass. You sang along with Ais as he gently rustled your hair, running his fingers through the folds of your shirt on your back. It always calmed you down☆

tenderness