Chapter 84: His Name Was Rain
The door creaked softly.
There was water outside, silence inside. And through that silence, two shadows entered—wet, unkempt, laughing like they owned the world. Their clothes clung to their bodies, hair dripping water onto the floor. Wet footprints stained the floor like blurred ink.
Riyan and Tenzin.
I blinked and recognized them, like one recognizes a forgotten desire that's returned by mistake. Some old irritation stirred inside me—maybe leftover from a broken sleep or a book I never finished—but the laughter on their soaked faces poked holes through it.
They were drenched but careless. As if the rain hadn't touched them at all, or like the world's worst troubles had already dropped off their schoolbags and splashed onto the floor.
I hadn't even smiled yet, and something had already changed.
Heavy, slow footsteps came from behind. A shadow moved.
And then he entered.
Aarin.
He wasn't just a name. He was a cold breath slipping down your neck. A fragment of time lodged inside your heartbeat, refusing to move.
He didn't look like he had been caught in the rain—he looked like he was the rain.