«Rain. What is the rain if is not the cry of the sky? A rain drop, a tear. I always thought that sometimes even the sky was crying, for who know what reason.»

Yixing  was carefree swinging his feet, sitting on the little wall of the large terrace of that abandoned house that for quite some time to now had become his favorite hiding place.

He looked at the boy next to him, who was with his back against the little wall, curled up on the ground with one arm resting on one knee bent upward, a little smile on his face.

Automatically a smile painted on Yixing’s face who cocked his head to the side.

«What is it?»

Asked the younger, amused.

« What? »

Replied the blond-haired guy, looking up at his interlocutor.

« Why are you smiling that way, hyung?»

He continued to look at him amused while a thunder roared in the distance.

« It’s… funny what you said. »

Chuckled the other with his low and deep voice, watching the younger tilt his head, confused.

« Hm? What’s so funny? »

« You really have a lot of imagination, Yixing. Of course, it doesn’t happen every day to hear someone say indirectly that the sky has feelings. »

Yixing’s crystalline laugh spreads in the air, pushed by the wind that shook strongly their hair.

« You tease me, huh? Well, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself next time! »

He continued to giggling coming down from the little wall and stretching while the elder rose up, both of them oblivious to the rain that bathed their bodies, hair dripping on their candid and perfect faces.

The blond guy walked over to the younger, wrapping his arms at his sides and placing a soft kiss on his lips, smiling as only he could do.

« I was just kidding~»

In return, the dark-haired boy smiled on his lips.

« I know, Yifan.»

Another stronger thunder broke the silence and the harmony of the rain that began to fall furiously.

« We’d better take shelter inside!»

He grabbed his hand and ran into the house, laughing.

« B-be careful not to fall! »

« Don’t worry, I’m always careful! »

Yifan sighed, following his boyfriend down the stairs.

« Can I know why we’re continuing running?? »

« Here is fine. »

The youngest smiled, sitting on the raw concrete stairs, ruffling his hair to shake off the water.

« Hm, we would have to bring an umbrella, Xing..»

« Nah, I don’t mind staying a little more here with you..»

He smiled softly, taking the eldest’s hand in his, holding tight and caressing it.

«.. every minute is precious, I always thought. »

« You’re terrible.»

Sighed, smiling, Yifan as he wrapped an arma round his shoulders, clutching at himself the thin body of his boyfriend.

*****

 

A ray of sunlight seeps through the window, Yifan's face, who still sleepy, hid under the covers, shuddering. He did not want to get up, actually it was a bit that he had lost the desire to do everything. It had been five months since that rainy day -or flood, if we want to be more accurate-spent with his boyfriend in the abandoned house. That was one of the memories he was tied more, one of his fondest and beautiful memories. He sighed, getting up from the bed. He needed to get out or would have ended up going crazy. He dressed quickly, wearing warm clothes and a jacket, took the house keys, mobile phone and walked out of the small apartment where he lived. December's cold was quite pungent, Christmas is approaching, and the streets were crowded with people running to make their purchases, colored lights representing the joy, a feeling at that moment completely foreign to the boy. He walked down to the beach, in silence, alone, with his hands in his pockets. Took a few steps on the soft sand, approaching the shore. A cold and furious wind was blowing from the sea, going to collide with Yifan’s body, ruffling wildly his hair. The boy tightened in his jacket and walked to a row of rocks which started from the beach and ended at about ten meters from the shore. He climbed the rocks and sat down on one of them, near the end of that big mass of rocks.

The sky was gray and gloomy, like 5 months ago. The beach was deserted, there was almost no one in winter, and Yifan was grateful to be there alone.

« Hi, my baby.. »

He muttered, clearing his voice immediately after, starting to torture his hands, clutching in his jacket for the cold.

« Aigo, the beach is really cold in winter without you, you know? »

He smiled load of pain. An unbearable pain that made its way into his chest. That pain that now knew well.

«I miss you, Xing. I miss you so much. I miss your childlike smile, that dimple that I liked so much, I miss hearing you saying meaningless bull , I miss quarreling with you for every little thing, I miss your lips resting on mine, your taste, your scent, your breath on my skin.»

He paused, realizing that he was sobbing like a child, hot tears streaming down his face, freezing almost immediately, it hurts but not as much as his heart.

Every day that passed without Yixing he felt a piece of his heart fell and broke in million pieces.

« Why, Xing? Why they wanted to take you away from me so quickly?  That sky that you liked so much called you to him too soon… I… I can’t do without you, baby.»

He stopped again because of the sobs. He had never cried like that in his life, not before it all happened.

«You know, I wonder how we did overlook your frequent headaches. If we had done the necessary visits in time maybe now we would be here, on the beach that you loved so much, filling each other with cuddles and attentions. You were scared that I’d forget, you begged me not to, lying on that damn white and small bed. You’re an idiot, Zhang Yixing. How could I forget? You were, are and will be forever the love of my life. It’s all so empty without you… »

He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, staying with his eyes closed, a pained expression painted on his face.

He thought back to when a week after the “flood” the minor had been diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctors had given him a maximum of two weeks of life. “It’s too late.”, they repeated.

« I’m leaving, hyung… I’m scared…»

Said one day the younger in tears, holding his hand. Yifan tried to calm him, showing himself strong in front of him, despite his perfect little world was going in pieces, just like his boyfriend. He had to be strong, for both of them.

It wasn’t two weeks. Only few days.

“Hyung, promise me that in the future you’ll not forget me… promise me that you’ll be the one who will spread my ashes into the sea and… come to see me from time to time, mh? I’ll wait for you there.”

Those words echoed constantly in his head, providing painful pangs to his heart.

« You can’t imagine what I would give to be able to hold you tight in my arms again, Xing. I want to hold you tight again, I want to hear you laugh again and again…»

He stood up, unsteadily toward the end of the row of rocks, watching the sky though his tears.

« I love you, my baby. I’ll love you forever.»

He dropped back into the sea, closing his eyes, reviewing the smiling face of his boyfriend as darkness enveloped him.

Outside it had begun to rain.

«Rain. What is the rain if is not the cry of the sky? A rain drop, a tear. I always thought that sometimes even the sky was crying, for who know what reason.»

I love you.          

-THE END-


 

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Well, this is the first fanfic that I write in english, I know that maybe there are so many errors, well, if you want you cant suggest me and I'll provide to correct to give to all readers a better story ^^ 
Thanks!