The rain will always defeat the sun.
Sometimes people dive into the darkness. Sometimes people dive into the darkness and slowly fade. Sometimes people dive into the darkness and slowly fade whilst being forgotten. W-Road16
A shadow. It was becoming clear to Gillian Foster that she was slowly beckoning into the darkness; she was slowly fading. She was just the shadow behind Cal Lightman. Hope was never to be questioned. It seemed so far away, beyond reality. She once dreamt that maybe and just maybe that she could be the one.
Sometimes people often asked themselves how such a beautiful relationship could be damaged. Well, in the world things are never easy. Collisions between people leave others out.
Poppy.
Clara.
Wallowski.
Naomi.
These women had something over Gillian – Cal had been romantically involved with them. She was his best friend. Nothing more nothing less. However, nothing was the same anymore. He kept her in the pure darkness about everything. It was the same routine over and over. They would disagree, then they would have it out, then she had to be the one to follow his key. She could never be right. He could never be wrong. He never asked; he stated.
The sun never seemed to be shining anymore. The rain had been pouring, heavily. Every time the sun had shone a raindrop would hit the ground. The sun was her best friend, it provided hope for her when the rain would pour. These days, the sun never seemed to be shining anymore.
She had been drained from every last strength in her.
She had no tears left to cry.
She was alone.
A ray of sunlight - . . a downfall of rain.
Every time a drop would crash against the ground she felt pain. Cal was hurting her. He was turning her cold.
Outside the Lightman office she stood hearing the pattering of the raindrops against the ground. She stood silently. It was late and she was tired but the rain fascinated her just as much as it hurt her. She could feel the drops hitting her skin almost freezing her, increasing her coldness. She stood alone.
Or so she thought anyway.
"Any room in there for me, luv?", he has been watching her for the past ten minutes. He was eager to pull her into the warmth to detect her sadness, but he knew deep down she was hurting.
A sharp turn of the head, a painful expression, and blurring of the eyes.
A painful whisper. It was enough to pull at his heart to rip it almost.
"You should go", it was quietly spoken with calmness, not a single harsh vibe.
He studied her, he studied her for the next 5 minutes.
Only then had he noticed that maybe he had been the one for the emotion she expressed.
His face turned into an apologetic and well distraught expression, fighting away the expression that he dared not to ever use.
"I'm sorry luv", he reached out to touch her arm to reassure her. She didn't fight him away, and she didn't give anything back.
She was scaring him.
There was nothing more to say. The routine was once again put into motion. However, Gillian Foster was oblivious to the fact that only now Cal had realised.
Wiping away a fallen tear from her cheek she studied him.
Her feet turned in a sudden swift moment. She walked into the darkness. That had been the last straw. They were finished.
Cal Lightman had truly lost the most stable thing in his life – except Emily.
They met.
They became partners.
They became best friends.
They hugged.
They kissed.
They fought.
They laughed.
They fought.
The laughed.
They fought.
She left.