Rain. You were soaked. The battle was rough, and everyone was a little banged up. But for some reason, when mammoth had you by the neck, I was the one who could not breath. I was the one who could not scream. All I knew is that in that moment, all I cared about was saving you. Which is why mammoth was hit over the head with a mailbox. You fell to your knees coughing, and gave me a thumbs up.
I don't think I ever loved you more.
I just knew if you turned away, or if you had smiled, or if you had said thanks, I would have never felt this way. It was that simple boyish, childish, gesture that made my cold heart pound, which made me feel warm even in the oppressive rain. That was when I realized my affection for you was love.
When you slammed the door of the tower, I was in pieces. I knew this was the end. How could we survive without you, without your sweetness, and your caring, and your good? It disintegrated after those bad messy battles. I was still young enough to hope you would return against all rational.
I missed you. But I never cried.
I missed you more then you could ever know. You were my confidant, my hope. I could only dream that one day we would meet again, and be companions, as we once were. But the others saw me as a single cell, one not capable of companionship, of symbiosis.
I missed the late night talks, time spent together on the roof, and I was desperate to know if it meant as much to you as it had to me. I wrote you letters while you were gone. Some were livid, some distressed, some despairing. I never showed them to you. I wish I had. You could have understood what it meant to loose you.
When you came back into my life, it was raining again. We had long since left our life of heroism behind us, and I was working as an investigative journalist for the city newspaper. You were a police officer at a crime scene, and I was told to interview you. Not wanting to miss a chance at a good story, I marched right over to you and introduced myself. I barley got through my introductory sentence before I noticed the shape of your jaw, your messy hair, your startling eyes. All so familiar to me, yet so unfamiliar. Your eyes widened, and I stared slack jawed at you, thinking myself to be in one of my many avid dreams. To my dying day, I will never forget how you took me in you arms and whispered my name again and again in my ear. I hugged you back fiercely, never wanting to let you go, never again. I had been so lonely without you. I felt myself become whole, as though the five years that we had been apart had never happened. We broke apart, and all I could see on your beautiful face was hope. I signed contentedly. All would be well.
"I missed you."