:( When the Sky Forgot Our Names
The boy who watched the rain.
Unpossible's POV (눈‸눈)
Unpossible
Aren Vale had always looked like someone who belonged to winter.
Unpossible
Not because he was cold,people got that wrong all the time, but because he carried stillness the way snow carried silence. He was the kind of boy who stood near windows instead of in crowds, who listened longer than he spoke, who looked at the world like he was always waiting for it to disappoint him again.
Unpossible
The first time Liora Hayes saw him, he was standing alone beneath the awning outside the old city library, watching rain collect in silver streams along the pavement.
Unpossible
It was late evening. The streetlights had just flickered on, soft and gold against the storm-dark sky. The city looked blurred, like someone had smeared water over a painting.
Liora Hayes
Liora stepped out of the library clutching two books to her chest and immediately stopped
She had forgotten her umbrella-
Liora Hayes
"Perfect", she muttered, staring at the rain as if betrayal had a weather forecast
The boy under the awning glanced at her
But it was enough to make her straighten-
There was nothing extraordinary about him at first glance, he had dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, a black hoodie damp at the shoulders, one hand in his pocket. And yet there was something about the way he stood there, calm and distant, like he had made peace with storms long before anyone else.
Liora Hayes
Liora sighed dramatically and took one step forward into the rain
Aren Vale
His voice cut through the downpour like a clean line.
Liora Hayes
She turned, startled.
Aren Vale
He wasn’t looking at her directly anymore. Just at the street.
Aren Vale
“You’ll ruin the books,” he said in a low voice.
Liora Hayes
She blinked. “I was more concerned about ruining myself”
Aren Vale
Then, almost invisible, the corner of his mouth moved.
But it was close enough to feel like one.
Without another word, he lifted the umbrella leaning against the wall beside him and held it out.
Liora Hayes
Liora stared. “You’re giving me your umbrella?”
Liora Hayes
You don’t even know me
His eyes finally met hers then, dark, unreadable, carrying the weight of someone older than nineteen
For some reason, that made her laugh.
And for some reason, the sound of her laughter made him look away
Unpossible
That should have been the end of it
Unpossible
A burrowed umbrella
Unpossible
A stranger in the rain
Unpossible
A forgettable moment
Unpossible
But something began that day-
Unpossible
Cuz I was bored asf(눈‸눈)
Unpossible
Whatever (눈‸눈)
episode 2
Liora Hayes had a dangerous kind of brightness.
Not the loud kind. Not the kind that walked into rooms demanding attention-
No,hers was softer than that.
It lived in the way she tilted her head when she listened. In the way she laughed with her whole face, as if joy was something she wanted to share instead of keep. In the way she remembered small things people forgot they had ever said.
It made people trust her too easily.
It made them assume she was okay.
The next afternoon, the rain was gone, but the sky still wore the pale gray aftermath of it. Aren was at the library again, seated near the back where the old windows let in thin ribbons of light. A half-open novel sat in front of him, unread for the last fifteen minutes.
Because she was there(눈‸눈)
Unpossible
Girls r too shiny and distracting (눈‸눈)
Liora stood at the front desk talking to the elderly librarian with animated hands and an apologetic smile, holding his umbrella like it was something far more valuable than it was.
He told himself that it didn’t matter.
But when she turned and spotted him in the corner, her face lit with immediate recognition, and something inside him tightened before he could stop it.
Liora Hayes
"There you are,” she said, crossing the room like they had known each other longer than a storm. “I was starting to think mysterious umbrella boys evaporate in sunlight.”
Aren looked at her, then at the umbrella she placed gently on the table.
Liora Hayes
She gasped softly, mock offended. “I’m deeply hurt by how low your expectations are.”
His fingers brushed the handle as he took it.
Still, Liora noticed the way he pulled back too quickly, like touch was something he only tolerated when necessary.
Liora Hayes
“Do you always sit here?” she asked, glancing at the isolated corner.
Liora Hayes
She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “You know what else is quiet?”
For a sec he just stared at her
Then a short, unwilling breath escaped him- almost a laugh.
Liora grinned, triumphant.
She sat across him without asking
He should have told her not to
He should have reminded her that some people are easier to admire from a distance.
Instead, he let the silence settle between them, strangely unheavy, strangely alive.
And for the first time in a long time, Aren realized quiet did not always have to feel lonely...
Unpossible
Loneliness is a reward-
Unpossible
The strongest deserve
Unpossible
Not for the rule of of world & humankind
Unpossible
But by choice ...
episode 3
By the third time Liora found him at the library, Aren had stopped pretending it was a coincidence.
She appeared exactly at 5:17 p.m., hair slightly windswept, carrying a notebook tucked under one arm and a paper cup of coffee in the other. She slid into the chair across from him with the easy confidence of someone who treated distance like a challenge instead of a boundary.
Liora Hayes
“I brought peace offerings,” she announced, setting the coffee down in front of him.
Aren Vale
Aren stared at it. “I didn’t ask for coffee.”
Liora Hayes
“You also didn’t ask for company the first day. Yet here I am. Life is full of miracles.”
He looked at the cup. Black. No sugar.
Liora Hayes
Liora blinked."know what?"
Liora Hayes
She looked at the coffee, then at him. “Lucky guess?”
But it wasn’t. He could tell from the slight shift in her expression,the tiny uncertainty, the carefulness.
Somewhere between their brief conversations and his silences, she had been paying attention.
And Aren hated how much that mattered.
He picked up the cup and took a sip. Still warm. Bitter. Perfect.
Aren Vale
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
Liora’s eyes softened in a way that made him immediately want to look away.
Instead, she opened her notebook. Pages filled with messy handwriting, crossed-out lines, fragments of something personal.
Aren Vale
“You write?” he asked before he could stop himself.
Her hand came down over the page instantly.
Something flickered across her face
Aren noticed then,really noticed- the way her smile had changed. Still there, but thinner now. Performed. The kind of smile people wear when they want to remain easy to love.
He had worn versions of it himself
Aren Vale
“Nothing usually doesn’t need that much hiding,” he said.
For a moment, she said nothing.
The library hummed softly around them. Pages turning. Chairs scraping. A distant cough.
Then Liora leaned back and looked out the window
Liora Hayes
“My mother reads everything I write,” she said, voice quieter than he had ever heard it. “So I learned how to make words look harmless.”
Aren felt something inside him go still.
Because that sentence was too honest
Too similar in a way he doesn't want to examine
And somehow, without warning, the air between them changed.
You are not the only one who learned how to survive by becoming unreadable.
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