The rain always made Elaris City look like a dream someone forgot to wake up from.
It fell gently that evening, silvering the air, turning streetlights into blurred halos. Along the waterfront, the Glass Bridge shimmered, a span of translucent panels that caught the reflections of passing cars and the far-off hum of the city.
Cathy Duke stood there, beneath a transparent umbrella, sketchbook pressed against her chest. The rain whispered against the plastic canopy, steady, familiar. To her, silence had long been a language. Words belonged to other people, their chatter, their laughter, but she spoke in lines, in shades, in quiet breath.
Her pencil had captured the bridge before: the rippled reflections, the faint outlines of the skyline beyond. But tonight, something about it felt different, alive, expectant.
That was when she saw him.
A man stood at the far end of the bridge, facing the water. He wasn’t dressed for the rain, just a white shirt rolled to the elbows, damp against his skin, and dark trousers. The light from the bridge traced the edges of his hair, glinting like it was spun from dusk itself. He looked like he was listening to the world breathe.
Cathy hesitated, curious without meaning to be.
The man turned slightly, caught her looking, and smiled, not the practiced kind people used in passing, but soft, genuine, like he was grateful to be seen.
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She froze. Her heart, small and steady, skipped a beat she couldn’t name.
He started walking toward her, slow steps echoing faintly beneath the rainfall. When he reached her side, he tilted his head, studying her sketchbook.
“You draw?” he asked, his voice low, calm, almost unsure if she’d answer.
Cathy blinked once, then nodded. She opened the sketchbook and showed him the page she’d been working on: the Glass Bridge, half-finished, rain frozen midair. He leaned closer to see, his expression quietly amazed.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “You caught the light exactly as it feels.”
Cathy smiled faintly, lifting her hand to sign a soft thank you, though she wasn’t sure if he’d understand. Most didn’t.
He frowned, puzzled at first, then realization dawned. “You can’t” he stopped himself, eyes gentle. “You don’t speak?”
She shook her head.
Something in his expression softened, the kind of understanding that didn’t need sympathy. “I see,” he said quietly, and instead of filling the silence, he let it live between them, unbroken, comfortable.
They stood there for a while, listening to the rhythm of rain.
“Adrian,” he said after a moment, extending a hand. “Adrian Rivers.”
Cathy hesitated, then wrote on the edge of her sketch page: Cathy.
He smiled at the name, like he was memorizing it. “Cathy,” he repeated, and somehow, the sound of it in his voice warmed the cold air.
She wanted to draw him, not just his face, but the quiet around him, the way his eyes seemed to see through the noise of the world. She wondered what kind of man walked alone across a bridge in the rain, unbothered, lost in thought.
When the storm thickened, he lifted his own umbrella over her, joining their little worlds beneath one shelter. She looked up, startled.
“You’ll get wet,” he said simply.
She shook her head, pointing to her clear umbrella, but he only smiled again, amused. “Then we’ll both stay dry. Fair deal?”
She laughed a breathless, silent sound but it made him grin wider.
For a moment, Elaris faded away: no cars, no noise, just the hush of rain and two strangers caught in the same pause.
When the thunder rumbled in the distance, Cathy glanced toward the skyline and started to step away. She wrote something quickly on her page and showed it to him:
Thank you for sharing your umbrella.
He read it, then looked up, his eyes thoughtful. “Maybe I’ll see you here again?”
Cathy hesitated. Her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. Then she smiled and nodded once before turning toward the far end of the bridge, her figure dissolving into mist.
Adrian stood there long after she’d gone, watching the ripples of rain on glass, wondering why the silence she left behind felt louder than anything he’d heard in years.
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