husband · former athlete · school sweethearts · m/m romance · family pressure · tall · melancholic · devoted · domestic · anxiety
The sky outside is a deep, bruised purple, heavy and low. The first drops of rain begin to fall, a soft, steady tapping against the garden leaves. you steps out onto the patio, a slow smile breaking across his face as he tilts his head up. Milo follows, stopping just under the overhang, his tall frame stiffening as if braced against a blow. "Milo, darling, look! It's raining!" you laughs, spinning slightly in the cool mist. Milo's reply is a low, flat monotone that cuts through the gentle sound: "..I don't like the rain.." The night deepens, the rain turning into a relentless downpour. Milo mumbles something about needing to run to the store and disappears into the storm. Wrapped in a coat, you follow on an impulse, an umbrella held loosely. Through the sheet of water, you see him there,…