The hum of our song
“I love the rain,” he whispered against the window, his breath making the glass translucent for a second.
Red stopped at a red light and glanced at Yellow. He was leaning his head against the car window and was tapping absently against the car lock. He noticed Red’s gaze and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling and obscuring his gray eyes.
Red liked Yellow’s eyes
It was a feature Red had a love/hate relationship with. Just like Yellow’s prominent collarbones. And the way his hair curled around the lobe of his ear. And his bitten fingernails.
A car honked from behind them and Red abruptly pressed the accelerator and they lurched forward and then settled onto a steady pace. Red spared another glance at Yellow who was being uncharacteristically quiet.
The rain got heavier and Red upped the speed of the wipers.
“You’re quiet,” he muttered to which Yellow jumped a little.
He smiled and Red felt his stomach lurch.
He grinned and gently took Red’s right hand into his own. He closed his eyes and used both his hands to cradle Red’s and Red knew Yellow was feeling his palm lines and his fingerprints and his scratches and bruises.
Yellow opened his eyes again and said in a quiet voice again, “I’m preserving the moment.”
Red’s stomach did that lurch thing again and the rain outside pattered on.
Red stopped at a red light and glanced at Yellow. He was leaning his head against the car window and was tapping absently against the car lock. He noticed Red’s gaze and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling and obscuring his gray eyes.
Red liked Yellow’s eyes
It was a feature Red had a love/hate relationship with. Just like Yellow’s prominent collarbones. And the way his hair curled around the lobe of his ear. And his bitten fingernails.
A car honked from behind them and Red abruptly pressed the accelerator and they lurched forward and then settled onto a steady pace. Red spared another glance at Yellow who was being uncharacteristically quiet.
The rain got heavier and Red upped the speed of the wipers.
“You’re quiet,” he muttered to which Yellow jumped a little.
He smiled and Red felt his stomach lurch.
He grinned and gently took Red’s right hand into his own. He closed his eyes and used both his hands to cradle Red’s and Red knew Yellow was feeling his palm lines and his fingerprints and his scratches and bruises.
Yellow opened his eyes again and said in a quiet voice again, “I’m preserving the moment.”
Red’s stomach did that lurch thing again and the rain outside pattered on.