John Chu - The Water That Falls on You from Nowhere

The water that falls on you from nowhere when you lie is perfectly ordinary, but perfectly pure. True fact. I tested it myself when the water started falling a few weeks ago. Everyone on Earth did. Everyone with any sense of lab safety anyway. Never assume any liquid is just water. When you say I always document my experiments as I go along, enough water falls to test, but not so much that you have to mop up the lab. Which lie doesnt matter. The liquid tests as distilled water every time.

Uttering this sentence is false or some other paradox leaves you with such a sense of angst, so filled with the sense of an impending doom, that most people dont last five seconds before blurting something unequivocal. So, of course, holding out for as long as possible has become the latest craze among drunk frat boys and hard men who insist on root canals without an anesthetic. Psychologists are finding the longer you wait, the more unequivocal you need to be to ever find solace.

Gus is up to a minute now and I wish hed blurt something unequivocal. Hes neither drunk, nor a frat boy. His shirt, soaked with sweat, clings to a body that has spent twenty-seven too many hours a week at the gym. His knees lock stiff, his jeans stretched across his tensed thighs. His face shrinks as if he were watching someone smash kittens with a hammer. Its a stupid game. Maybe in a few more weeks the fad will pass.

I dont know why he asked me to watch him go through with it this time, and I dont know why Im actually doing it. Watching him suffer is like being smashed to death with a hammer myself. At least Gus is asking for it. I know Im supposed to be rooting for him to hold on for as long as possible, but I just want him to stop. Hes hurting so much and I cant stand to watch anymore.

I love you, Matt. Guss smile is radiant. He tackles me on the couch and smothers me in a kiss, and at first, I kiss him back.

Not only does no water fall on him, but all the sweat evaporates from his body. His shirt is warm and dry. A light, spring breeze from nowhere covers us. He smells of flowers and ozone. This makes me uneasier than if hed been treated to a torrent. That, at least, Id understand. Id be sad, but Id understand.

Hes unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans when my mind snaps back to the here and now. Its not that his body doesnt have more in common with Greek statues than actual humans. Its not that he cant explicate Socrates at lengths that leave my jaw unhinged. Its that not only did I love you, Matt pull him out of his angst, but it actually removed water.

Fundamental laws of physics do that. Profound theorems of mathematics do that. I love you, Matt doesnt count as a powerful statement that holds true for all time and space. Except when Gus says it, apparently.

Wait. I let go of him. My hands reach down to slide to a sit.

Gus stops instantly. Hes skittered back before my hands have even found the couch cushions. His head tilts up at me. This is the man who seconds ago risked going insane in order to feel soul-rending pain for fun. How can he suddenly look so vulnerable?

Oh, if theres anything Gus can do, its put up a brave front. He does that stony-faced thing where his mouth is set in a grim, straight line better than anyone I know. But behind his hard, blue eyes, I can see the fear thats not there even when some paradox rips him apart.

Best to take the pain now. Im half-convinced nothing can actually hurt him, even when hes afraid it might. Itd only hurt him more later.

Thats some display you just did there, Gus. Im stalling. Stop that. I dont love you, not as much as you obviously love me.

The water that falls on you from nowhere is freezing cold. I slip on the couch, but it just follows me. When its this much water, it numbs you to the bone. I want to scream, What the fuck? but if I even breathed, Id drown. Gus tries to shield me, blocking my body with his, but not even hes fast enough. I try to push him out of the downpour. However, hes a mixed martial artist and Im not. We share everything after the initial shock. The torrent lasts for seconds. Were both soaked and hes laughing so hard that hes fallen off the couch, doubled over on the wet floor, flopping like a fish.

I feel like I should be insulted, but his laughter is joyous. Its like the peal of giant bells, low booms that vibrate through you and make everything in the room rattle. I cant tell if those are tears on his face, or just the water from nowhere.

My body shakes so hard, I cant stand. The cushions squeak around me, keeping me bathed in ice cold water. Gus stands up. Hes not even shivering. He picks me up, wraps me in his arms, then kisses me gently on the forehead.

Im sorry, Gus. I just ruined your couch. The floor is covered in rubber weight-lifting mats. Ill mop that up once I can move again.

This just sends him into another fit of laughter, more controlled this time. His hands are gentle around my waist. Without them, Im pretty sure Id crash onto the floor.

Youve just told me that you love me in I think the only way you can, and youre worried about the couch?

Coming from anyone else, that sentence would make me feel too stupid to live. Still, he has a point. I fumble but cant find any words to answer.

Itll dry off, Gus says. Besides, you bought the couch for me.

Biotech engineers make more money than personal trainers, even the worlds most overqualified ones. Who knew? Rather than actually moving in together, Ive been slowly furnishing his apartment. Gus has patiently assumed that once the apartment no longer looks like a cross between a library and weight room, Ill move in. Hes long offered to move in with me, but I dont want him to. My efficiency isnt worthy of him. Its just a body locker.

I should clean up the mess I made. I pull away and Gus catches me before I fall. He literally sweeps me off my feet.

Stop fretting. Its okay.

We get out of our wet clothes in the bathroom and huddle together under blankets in bed. It isnt until he starts shivering that I realize hes just as cold as I am. The mixed martial artist has just been more heroic, or stupid, about it.

You know. Guss voice is surprisingly steady given how his teeth chatter. Now that we know how we feel about each other, how about we solemnize the relationship? Make it official.

My brow furrows so tightly, it hurts. Hes serious. As lightly he tossed it off, he meant it.

You risked permanent insanity just to ask me to marry you? Honestly, there are less life threatening ways.

No, that was just training. Hes not joking. I cant imagine life without you. You cant imagine life without me. Say yes?

The air stays resolutely dry. He could have made it all one big question to avoid letting whatever makes the water fall have a say.

My family I have no idea how to broach this. Its totally possible for him to love me and still never want to see me again.

They know about me, right? I swear the man reads minds.

Yes? Its not a lie, but its not the truth either. The air gets distinctly humid. My arm hairs stand on end, as if thunder were about to strike. Im still shivering from my last lie. My mind is in tatters, torn between the cruel truth that will make him lose all respect for me and the blatant lie that will plunge me into fatal hypothermia. The pang that gnaws at my heart grows and spreads. It wrings me, twisting and squeezing the life out of me. I jerk my face into what I want to be a smile.

Matt, this isnt a root canal. Dont stretch it out. Whatever you have to say, its okay.

I take a deep breath. The release of saying something true though warms as if I were buried in Guss arms on a winters night and we were the only people in the world. No wonder all the cool kids suspend themselves between truth and lie. However, rehearsing this speech for months in my head has not helped one bit. The words rush out so quickly, Im not even sure what Im saying.