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Reviews Requested- Safe - Denver and the Rain
(sorry for any grammar errors or spelling mistakes)
Denver and the Rain
We weren’t doing anything. Just sitting, me on my phone and her on her laptop. Things have been tense between us lately, and I had been trying to ignore it but it was becoming more evident. My friend, let’s call her Denver for now, didn’t quite look or act like the person she usually was. For about a month she was more reserved. She didn’t speak to me much, and when she did it was jumbled and confusing. I was lost, I didn’t know what she was trying to tell me. Her face looked so tired and lifeless, though it hurts me now to say that. I didn’t know how to help. I didn’t know she needed it.
When we hung out it usually ended up like this, both of us immersed in our own things. Talking to one another took too much effort on both our parts. Today was proving to be of little difference. That is, until it began to rain outside. It had been drizzling lightly on and off all day, but as we sat in her kitchen the weather decided to take a sudden turn. Both me and Denver jumped in surprise at the loud clap of thunder. Simultaneously we turned to the window, which was now being battered on by the rain. I was about to voice my dismay-my mouth already forming the words- when i caught sight of Denver’s face. With a pang in my chest, I realized just how foreign the smile was that currently snaked across her face. For the first time in a while she looked happy, purely happy. She turned and looked at me with childlike glee. She squealed, and I barked a laughed in confusion. I found myself running after her, through the hallway and to the front door. I couldn’t get a question in edgewise, and frankly I didn’t want to. This moment seemed so fragile and dream-like, I felt as if clarity would have broken us from the reverie.
I held my stance in the front yard, protected by the gentle sloping of the roof and inches away from the rain. Denver was laughing. Soaked, no doubt, to the bone. But laughing nonetheless. Her smile broke her face in two. It was as if nothing mattered right now but her and the rain, and the rain seemed to be falling just for Denver. I watched her from the sidelines as she danced in the rain, and I couldn’t help but feel as if everything would turn out to be ok. We would be alright. I think I joined her after some time.
The memory is a blur from that point, and some parts I’m not sure if I dreamed up or if I’m remembering them as they happened. I go back to this point in time a lot, mulling over every detail, trying to remember the curve of her face or the fleeting of her smile. It was last smile I remember. It was the last of a lot of things. The next week Denver left for good without a goodbye. To this day I still ask myself how some so unhappy could find it in themselves to dance in the rain.
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