Warning: this drabble is definitely dark Drinny. Chapter title is the one-word prompt for each drabble. This one is Rain. Disclaimer: I own nothing. Enjoy!
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The rain fell against her window in a predictable rhythm – the steady beat of the drops kept her wide brown eyes transfixed to the translucent surface.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She followed a single drop that slowly trailed down the cool glass. It resembled a tear.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
More raindrop tears joined the first on their forlorn journey across the windowpane.
Tears. She hadn't cried in so long, she wasn't even sure she could do it anymore. Her tear ducts were dry – destroyed from overuse.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
There was no point in crying anymore – it only made things worse. Her husband so hated it when she used to cry. And when he was displeased…she shuddered.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
It was best to not think of such things. There was much she no longer thought about. It was too dangerous, too depressing.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her family. She no longer thought of them. She used to have loving parents and countless redhead brothers.
She couldn't bear it if they knew what she had been forced to become to survive.
They had to be dead.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her friends. She knew she had real friends once, not the vapid and cruel women who were now in her acquaintance.
There used to be a strange girl with stars in her eyes and hair as pale as moonlight. That girl was no more.
Her husband with hair just as pale, but with starless silver eyes, claimed that he was her friend. She knew better.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her love. She had been in love with a boy whose black hair was perpetually messy and whose round glasses were always crooked.
Their love had been pure and true, nothing like the love she shared with her husband – a love so dark and twisted that it had no claim to the word love and yet he insisted she use it all the same.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her contemplation of the rain was interrupted by a cold voice addressing her from the doorway.
"Ginevra, is this where you have been hiding?"
She turned to face her husband, rising from the plush window seat as she did so.
"I wasn't hiding." She responded quickly. Too quickly.
He quirked a perfectly-shaped eyebrow.
"My love." She added hastily.
He smirked darkly in reply as he extended one long-fingered hand towards her.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Thank you for reading! Stay tuned, next drabble appears to be a bit fluffy...