Hello everyone, Levy here! This story came into being last night when my dear friend GhostHunterxoxo asked me to tell her a sad story. This is what I came up with. This is my first fanfiction so I'm sorry if it's terrible. Please read and review! (^_^)
The sun sinks low in the sky as she watches him. He has not moved a muscle in what seems like hours. Still as a statue, he stands as if anchored to the lush green grass beneath his feet. Thunder rumbles in the distance and draws her attention to the ominous black cloud rolling towards them. The storm will be upon them soon. She wonders if he will leave her now and return to the shelter of the indoors, but he still does not move. For a fleeting moment, she catches sight of the tremble in his lower lip. She realizes that she is seeing a person no one else does. Well, a side of a person that no one else sees, at least. She sees the torment whirling within him, a mirror of the storm around him and she sees the regret which haunts his eyes.
Above them, thunder cracks and rain comes crashing heavily to the earth. He lifts his face to the crying heavens and she sees his relief as the rain splashes across his features. Amidst the streaming water on his cheeks, she sees what no one else could see. She sees the streaks of tears which roll down his face, carried away with the rain. Tears he dare not shed without the cover of storm. She wonders who his tears are for. She wants to know, but she cannot ask. He does not know she sees.
"I'm sorry," she hears his voice hitch with grief as he whispers. Her heart tightens in her chest. She cannot imagine who he could be apologizing to with such overwhelming remorse. Certainly not to her, for he owes her no apology and never could. Unless… No, he must be asking the forgiveness of another. Suddenly, he drops his head into his gloved hands and she strains to hear as he rasps to himself, "It's all my fault. I failed them both." With a flash of lightening, understanding rushes into her and she feels tears beginning to trickle down her own cheeks. She can see now the weight he carries. She knows why his tears cannot flow but with the rain.
She is unsure how much time passes, but eventually the storm weakens and fades away. He seems to recognize the end of his time for mourning and self-blame, for he straightens his shoulders and stands firmly. He speaks again, this time with a bold determination, "I will put it right. I will take back what I have lost."
Her chest stretches with an odd mixture of admiration and agony. He has always been the strong one and his current resolve fills her up with pride, but the fresh memory of his tortured state during the storm threatens to crush her heart. It has never been his fault. He had been a desperate, lonely child whose only wish was to have his world set back to the way it should have been. She wants to tell him not to blame himself, to tell him that he need not force himself to remain strong for the sake of others. She feels something in her break at her inability to protect him. She knows that if anyone has failed anyone in this situation, it is her who has failed him. She watches as he turns away and slowly treks away from her grave. She yearns to call out to her eldest son, to hold him in her arms just once more. Her desire seems to grow, consuming every part of her until she wonders if she might burst from her need to give the love every mother deserved to be able to provide to her child. Every fiber of her being cries out to comfort her boy with the metal arm and leg, but she cannot. He does not know she sees.