The purpose of this is mostly to examine the thoughts and feelings of the characters in Symphonia. I wanted to connect this to Trust, but I also wanted it to stand on its own, as I plan to add more to this.

I might focus on Colette a bit more than other people in futher chapters. I also want to look at Lloyd a bit more. But I don't plan to neglect other characters. And please, give me ideas, give me requests. For example: Presea mourning her lost time, Genis thinking about Mithos's death, a character thinking about their relationship(or lack of one) with another character. Yeah...come on people! Give me better ideas. : D

Please read, please enjoy, and please review. (Try and guess who's talking in the first 3 lines. Hopefully I managed to portray the characters well enough.)

Standing in the Rain

A quiet voice. "Why can't she just tell me what she's worried about?" Frustration.

An even softer response. "You know she just doesn't want anyone to worry." And now almost inaudibly. "Especially you..."

"It's almost selfish, what she's doing. She can worry about me, but I can't worry about her."

Colette was standing alone outside, watching the evening approach.

The girl stood still, deeply immersed in her thoughts. She stood a ways away from the inn, the inn they had found in what had seemed to be the middle of nowhere. Colette soon noticed, and then only because of the slowly darkening ground, that it was beginning to rain. It was almost impossible for her to feel the rain on her skin, in all her memories of rain what she remembered most was the small bursts of wet coldness, and now she could no longer feel any temperature difference. It was a strange sensation, one similar to the feeling of pins and needles.

Colette admitted the truth to herself. The changes scared her. Knowing what was going to happen scared her. But she had already made up her mind, and how could she even think about not continuing the journey? To take back the hope she had given to everyone she had met would be cruel. She wanted this, she wanted to save her friends, her family, the world.

"Colette?"

The blond whirled around quickly, almost losing her balance. Her face was flushed and she tried not to sound as flustered as she felt. "L-Lloyd!" She stammered. Although his entrance had surprised her she couldn't help but to smile, it was her natural reaction whenever she saw Lloyd.

Lloyd grinned his normal, careless looking smile. Her warm brown eyes seemed to focus on her, and she thought she saw...concern? "Are you alright?" Lloyd asked. "You'll get sick if you stand out in the rain for too long..."

It was concern. His concern stirred a flash of emotion within her, was it happiness? Dread? She couldn't tell. It felt like a mix of both. "I'm fine," she was quick to reassure. Her gentle smile widened. A nervous giggle escaped her and seemed to echo, to hover, in the quiet evening air.

Lloyd's eyes had darkened slightly at the fluttering laugh. "Okay," he said. "But come inside soon." With a last glance at the blond he walked back to the inn.

Colette felt as if she couldn't breathe. She wanted to call out to Lloyd, to tell him to wait, to stay. To tell him she was sorry. But she trapped the voice within her until it ceased to try and escape. If she gave even a single hint of her worries she might undo all of her work. So she stayed quiet until he had left.

Once she was sure he was out of hearing range she began to breathe again, sharp gasping breaths that made the cold air slash through her lungs. Except she wasn't even sure if the air was cold. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Familiar words, and not only because of all the times she had spoken them aloud. She said them silently just as often. And even when she spoke them, seeming to apologize for small insignifigant things she had always meant something bigger. Her secret, her sacrifice, her life.

Colette hugged herself and tried to keep herelf from breaking apart. The skies opened up and it began to pour.

Colette was standing alone outside, watcing the evening approach.

The girl stood still, deeply immersed in her thoughts. Her head was bowed and the rain streamed down her face like tears.

Because she could no longer cry.