Title: Weather Conversation
Author: Tina
Disclaimer: I don't own them so don't sue.
Spoilers: None so far.
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Author's Note: I know bad title but I can't come up
with anything better right now. Feel free to send my
other suggestions though.
Chapter 1
Her eyes were threatening to overflow, how the hell
could he do this to her. To her of all people, he
should know, shouldn't he? she thought gravely as she
looked out the window.
The weather seemed to mirror her own emotions as the
rain splattered against the windows and the strong
wind swirled the leaves around with a force she had
never seen prior to this moment.
If it hadn't been for how perfect it all seemed
against her mood she would have become scared and
cowered away from the window. But now she didn't, she
couldn't. She knew that if she did it would feel like
she turned her back on her own emotions, on her right
to have those emotions and she knew as soon as she did
that she would forgive him.
As unlikely as it now seemed, she would forgive him in
a heartbeat, until the next time, she thought with
disgust. It wasn't that she didn't want to forgive
him, in a way she did, but at the same time she felt
like she betrayed herself. She couldn't honestly say
that he deserved these kinds of emotions from her,
this kind of reaction. And the more she thought about
that the more hesitant she became to her right to have
them.
How could she be mad at him because of this, because
of something that he couldn't control? Or could he?
She wasn't completely sure of that either. All she was
sure of was that her only companion now seemed to be
the weather, it seemed to feel like she did.
'Who hurt you?' she quietly whispered to the rain and
wind as if she was talking to someone who needed
comfort.
'Who hurt you?' she heard whispered back.
She was aware that the conversation wasn't actually
taking place but she still found some kind of strange
comfort in it.
'I asked you first,' she continued the imaginary
conversation.
'Maybe I don't know,' the weather answered her.
'How can you not know?' she asked.
'Do you know who hurt you?' the weather quietly
inquired.
'Yes, I do,' she said.
'Well in that case tell me,' the weather concluded.
'I cant,' she sadly answered.
'Why not,' asked the weather.
'You do know who hurt you, don't you?' it added.
'Yes, I already told you that I do,' she answered.
'Then why can't you tell me?' the weather, her only
companion, asked.
To be Continued...