Fluffy Promptables

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The Velocity of Rain (the Fill My Hands with You Remix), Part 2

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Dylan stopped beside her. He watched the rain streak into her dark hair and glisten on her eyelashes.

“How long?” she demanded. “How long have you walked this route?”

He wanted to tug on her dark braid and remind her of that long ago picnic, but instead he just grinned and chuckled over the slight sting that she never looked back to notice. “You’re fast.”

He ran ahead of her to the next sheltering doorway, then heard her pounding feet just before he felt her hands against his waist to stop her headlong rush. Her dark eyes were full of laughter. They ran together for the first time.

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Ellie’s friends moved to his table and intermingled with his. He sat beside her at lunch and caught her hand as they laughed and ate. The world always felt better with something to fill his hands.

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She wanted to go to college and he wanted to play baseball. Job offers in the neighborhood came in here and there: the local store, the library where he studied, the mechanic shop down the street.

Ellie would invite him up to her room sometimes to fill in the gaps of their homework behind an open door. He would clear a space among the crammed in books and watch her sit up on the desk and laugh, her smile white in her golden brown face, a sundress fanning out over her knees. She was good at school, loved to read the way he loved to play ball and catch impossible throws. Somehow he wondered if he ever would manage to quite catch her.

“You can’t blow off college for baseball,” she told him.

Dylan sighed and sat up on the bed as he tossed the ball aside and let it wander where it would. “They let you do both, you know.”

She watched the ball’s path while he studied her. Tension filled up the space in his chest. Her mind had run out ahead of him, and he wanted to stop her from slipping out of his grasp.

“What do you think I ought to do?” he finally broke the stretching silence. It made her look at him, made his chest tighten at the look in Ellie’s eyes.

She sighed and came over to settle on the bed beside him, her arm warm against his. “I think you should go to school and try things and then decide.” She looked up at him with something quiet and wanting, something like hope.

She wanted him there with her. It was tentative and frightening, but it was there, right where Dylan had always hoped to find it.

He leaned his head on her shoulder and slid one arm around her waist. Her hand found his and she didn’t pull away.