Another one-shot, a response to the word that my other friend gave me – "Memories." I decided to experiment with my writing style, so this came out very strange. I hope it's still at least readable. Let me know what you think?

Oh, Wally. Sometimes, being a man is just too hard. ♥

I hope you guys have a great weekend and a lovely Halloween.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Love, Sadie

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Thunder cracked across the sky. Loudly, thickly, horribly.

It dashed down rain like little knives, cutting through the air. Slicing, tearing. Shattering like ice onto a pale cheek.

Out here,

in the cold rain, pouring down from the skies in bucketfuls,

he had never

looked more

alone.

Hesitant footsteps on the freezing wooden balcony. Wrapped up in a sweater that was still too large –

an echo of her childhood days –

she watched his bent form, writhing in agony. By himself, where no one could see the tears that flowed down his face like a river or sorrow. So that he could still be a man.

She went to him, feeling her way through the thick cloud of depression around him. Testing the waters carefully, prodding, experimenting, until she was beside him. If that was even alright.

"Wally."

Her voice –

worried,

scared,

breaking.

"Wally, are you okay?"

Memories, sad memories, coursing through him. They had no right to be there, had no right at all, but they were there. The regretful goodbye – why could he hear every single word again and again and again? – and then they were apart. A college in the United States, to be with his friends, while his family went home, to the country so, so far away.

He missed them.

He wanted to go home

every

single

day.

And yet he didn't.

Laughter from his brother, sweet and bright and so much like her. His mother's worrisome tone. Stern advice from his father, upholding, lifting, guiding.

His companion's long, slender arm. Like a wall to lean upon, winding around his shoulders, her stringy hair falling into his face.

Her words,

so simple.

"They love you."

A catch in his breath, like a dagger thrust into him.

"And I love you."

Her fingers tracing spiderweb patterns across his back –

let him cry, let him cry –

and by tomorrow this would all be forgotten. He would enjoy college again and would look forward to summer, when he could fly home.

Her pale, pale fingers, extending towards him. A smile like sunshine, even in the pouring rain. "Come inside."

She was beautiful,

loyal,

supportive,

his.

Red-stained emerald eyes looked up to meet warm violet ones. Please. It will be alright.

"Okay."