AN: Thanks to Trillian4210 for the beta. I imagined April and Raphael as I wrote this. Enjoy. :)
She awoke alone, as in death. The sheets were her shroud, the dim bedroom her tomb. Wet pattering on the windowpane spoke her eulogy. He hadn't come last night.
Her worst fears ran free. She imagined him alone, battle-scarred, bleeding.
Rain pummeled the slick glass. Lightning ripped at the sky. His eyes would blaze with that same ferocity when they locked onto hers. When he held her close. When he refused to let go.
Why hadn't he come?
The rain ceased as the window opened. Him. Her eyes locked onto his. She held him close. She refused to let go.