The rain started suddenly.
Abruptly, as if someone from above had decided: "it's time to test these two for strength."
"Really?" Miyako raised her head to the sky. —Not now…
— Do you have an umbrella? I asked, already knowing the answer.
"And you?"
I took a folding backpack out of my backpack. Little. Obviously not for two people.
—Well...— she looked at him. — We'll have to get closer.
"Do you mind?"
"And you?"
In response, I just opened the umbrella and silently stood closer. She took a step without looking.
Now we were standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Heat.
It's very warm.
We walked slowly
Miyako held the edge of the umbrella, trying not to touch me, but she still touched my hand from time to time.
And I didn't clean it.
"Do you think," she said suddenly, "that it's raining on purpose?" For the atmosphere?
"If so, he's doing pretty well.
She grinned.
— I loved rain when I was a kid. Because everyone walks fast, hides, and runs in it.… And I could stand alone, under an umbrella, and it seemed like the world was slowing down. I felt out of everything.
"And now?"
"Now... I don't want to be alone." Even in the rain.
I didn't say anything. He just tightened his grip on the umbrella and tilted it a little closer to her.
Miyako turned to me. Very close. The eyes are large, deep, with drops of water on the eyelashes.
"If I...— she began.
- what?
— No, nothing.
And the smile again. It was quiet, but it had everything. And the rain, and the spring, and what grew between us with each chapter.
At home
When I got home, soaked on one side, I looked at the umbrella.
He was warm.
As if soaked in her warmth.
I sighed.
And I realized that I was definitely missing.