𐬿 𐬼 ♡︎♥︎ 𐬼 𐬿 𝙞𝙞𝙞. 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧

❝𝙃𝙚𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩?❞

THE LIGHTNING IS getting brighter by each second, and the thunder is getting louder too. Though, Y/N doesn't mind, for rain is her favorite weather. Especially thunder storms such as this one. Although, it wasn't always like this. In fact, Y/N's mother is the one who made Y/N actually enjoy thunderstorms.

Flashback

Y/N jumped in fear. The thunder was frightening, and loud, and there was nothing Y/N could do about it. Y/N let a tear slip. She wasn't sure if she should be crying about a silly little thing such as this, after all, she was six years old, and she believed that six years old was far too old to be crying over thunderstorms, but she couldn't help it. Y/N started to sob. Boom! More thunder. Y/N screamed. There was lightning, sending a big streak of white light through the sky, before more thunder.

"Y/N, baby, what's wrong?" Y/N mother asks, as she enters Y/N's room, concern laced in her tone. She dashes to Y/N's bed, and sits next to her. Y/N doesn't say anything, she just continues bawling. Y/N's mother takes Y/N in her arms, and hugs her to her chest tightly. Y/N's sobs soon become faint as she becomes comfortable in her mother's arms.

"It's okay, honey, everything's okay. I think I know why you're crying. It's because of the storm, right?" Y/N's mother asks. "Yeah," Y/N responds, just above a whisper.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. I am right here, and thunderstorms are amazing. Just look at the lightning. Look at how it lights the entire night sky up. Listen to the thunder. Listen to the unique sounds it produces. Thunderstorms aren't frightening, just take a second, and breathe. Everything is okay, Y/N," Y/N's mother says. Soon after this day, Y/N made a promise to herself: If her mother loved thunderstorms, then she would too.

End of flashback

Y/N still thinks about how her mother soothed her to sleep that night. How her mother comforted her so painstakingly. How Y/N made that promise to herself. How she followed through with it, and now loves thunderstorms.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" asks Boris, with a chuckle. Y/N snaps out of her reveries, and turns to Boris. She finds that Theo is passed out on the couch. 'He fell asleep quickly' Y/N thinks.

"Oh, nothing, I just..." Y/N begins, attempting to find the right words. "When I was a kid, I used to hate thunderstorms, and then one night my mother changed my view on them...and I just find it funny how she was able to influence me so heavily, or make me feel better so quickly." Boris hums in response, his attention turned fully toward the girl.

"I don't know, it's silly," says Y/N, gingerly. "No, no, it's not," Boris states, his Russian accent captivating Y/N. Y/N smiles, and yawns, realizing that she's grown sleepy.

"You have any blankets?" asks Y/N. Boris nods, and gestures for her to follow him. He leads her to a closet full of linens. Y/N picks out a soft, beige blanket, and returns to her spot on the floor in front of the television.

"Alright, I'm off to bed," says Y/N. Boris hums. "Okay, goodnight," he replies.

"Goodnight, Boris," Y/N says, before drifting off. Though, Boris stay wide awake. There it is again. Those butterflies. The way Y/N says his name so flawlessly. Boris can't help but feel something for Y/N. A different feeling. What is it? Boris doesn't know. Boris turns over to Y/N and looks at her, sleeping peacefully, full of serenity. Boris whispers, trying not to wake Y/N, "Good night, красивый."

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