Nevelette

The rain hadn't stopped for a week, as if the sky itself sensed the tension in the air. You stood by the window, watching the streams of water dance on the glass and listening to the steady hum that lulled the city. Neuvillette approached you silently, as always, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders, then on your waist, and pulled you closer.

Beautiful, isn't it?
his voice was as soft as the rustle of rain.

Very
You smiled, turning to face him.
You always look at the rain with such awe. Why?

He lingered his gaze on you a little longer than usual, as if collecting his thoughts.

Because it reminds me that feelings, like rain, are inevitable. They can be quiet and gentle, like this downpour, or they can be stormy and uncontrollable. But they are always sincere.

You frowned slightly, trying to gauge his mood. Neuvillette had become more thoughtful lately, spending more time alone with you. His behavior was too tremulous.

Do you want to go for a walk? he suddenly suggested, tearing you away from your thoughts.

You walked slowly down the street, sheltered under his large umbrella. The rain softly tapped the fabric, and his hand held yours tightly, protecting you from every slippery stone on the road.