Disclaimer: Animorphs belong to K.A. However…*Whips out little card saying: FANFICTION WRITER IMMUNITY* Just in case. J
Stalemate:
I shifted uncomfortably in my tree, ruffling my feathers and turning away from the raindrops pelting my head.
Lightning zigzagged across the sky, followed moments later by thunder. I winced as a particularly loud and close assaulted my sensitive ears.
Somehow I didn't care. Normally I would have flown over to Rachel's or Ax's, but now I always wanted to be alone.
They didn't really understand, no. I was still trying to figure it out for myself.
I watched as a silvery drop of water rolled down my beak. Fall down and splash on the branch I was perched on. Like a teardrop.
Birds don't cry. The boy Tobias was.
The hawk side of me shook away the human emotion irritably. It didn't like the pain. Didn't want the melancholy.
Maybe it was right. Maybe I should stop all this bitterness and sadness. I was trying to find peace, was I going the wrong way about it?
Focusing harder on it, hoping that somehow it would resolve, just made me feel worse.
But to stop thinking about it all was to avoid it. The easy way out.
The storm petered and slowly stopped. Quiet.
I flicked my feathers, scattering the raindrops into the air. Felt a cool breeze waft against me.
Blinked as the dissipating clouds revealed tendrils of soft pink and gold in the horizon. Start of a sunrise.
But the raging turmoil in me still carried out. No easy finish at the end. Not like a storm, where everything is calm and washed clean.
At the best all I could have was some messy, compromised acceptance. I was nowhere near that.
Stuck in a standstill. Night after night of torment. Day after day of depression.
It could be years before I found peace, or maybe never.
But for now, all I could do was hope.