AN: Some explorations.
"I think about the past sometimes," she said quietly.
It was a lazy November midafternoon, and a storm was brewing. Trails crawled down the window as raindrops beat overhead. Steady.
He looked up sharply.
Pitter patter. Treading lightly on the roof.
She continued, her voice soft, eyes unfocused. "Don't you remember? We were in school then, and you told me that you - "
Her voice cracked and she let the sentence dissolve into the room. She watched the glass pane as it glazed over with droplets, blurring her view of the car neatly parked outside.
She watched the rain and he watched her.
Pitter patter. A heartbeat. Hers.
"I wonder what would have happened if -"
Pitter patter. Constant, erratic. Like drums and that boy -
Her voice caught, but she pressed on, her tone tense. She turned around.
His eyes were unreadable.
"I love you."
I promise.