I'm Only Happy When It Rains

He needed her, and he hated that sentence.

The reality of the situation was that he didn't really need anything. Money wasn't an issue and he had plenty of friends; a decent home, great family...but what he lacked wasn't even affection. What he was missing was her. All of her...

Her wit, her humor; her laugh, her smile. Oh god, that smile. This was like nothing he had ever felt before, and it scared him.

Yes, they were friends.  They talked and hung out, granted not as often as he would have liked. Talking to her on the phone was fine, but lately he noticed that she was more than just a voice over a line. Somehow her voice was now in his head, and her words reverberated in his mind.  Not quite his conscience, not really his monologue. More like the voice of reason. A voice that kept him company at night, especially when the nights turned cold and long.

How did this happen? Forget that. When did this happen? Wasn't life complicated enough? But here they were, arm in arm, and he realized that he was not wanting anything else. He had no idea how long this moment will last, but while he was here, truly in this moment, he didn't really care. There was nothing outside of this. Not the rain soaking his pant leg, not the work he'd put off to be here not the deadlines he had looming over his head, not the crushing loneliness he felt when she was gone. Nothing. 

He was happy, and, finally, he dared to believe he understood joy.

He needed her, and he hated that sentence...

set up in daz3d, rendered in iray, post and comps done in cs6. i'm using stonemason's streets of old london, a bunch of v6/m6 figures, clothes by luthbel and shifting images to name a few. thank you for looking!!