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This is Marlene's POV at the end of Advent Children when Denzel comes back from being taken by Kadaj and his gang. Please enjoy!
Raindrops
Denzel stood at the window, looking out into grey sky that pinky-promised rain for everyone. I hoped for crossed fingers and a new wave of lemon yellow sunshine to dance again.
"They'll be back soon," I reassured him.
He nodded still looking up, his blue eyes making-believe some white cotton-candy clouds that dotted the sky like a paint brush on robin's egg canvas. He turned and smiled grey skies at me. I could see men with white hair and a lake that crossed its fingers and leapt up into you so they could break all of their promises and leave you empty.
"He said he'd see you soon?" I asked, trying to picture it in my imagination, trying to make-believe a memory that would make all of this a bad dream.
He sighed, "I told you a billion times, Marlene."
I pulled my knees to my chest, trying to curl into a little ball and cave like 'Naki. I tried to picture his big glowing tail that was like the sun. It was like my family, good for the good people, bad for the bad people. Like Nanaki's fire tail, like the sun.
Denzel looked back out the window, "Cloud said he'd be back. And it'll be fine, and I'll…I'll get better," he balled his fists and looked outside at watching everyone scream out their stormy skies hoping some sunshine will whisper to them and make everything alright again. But his storm is shut inside, and someone took the key and won't give it back. So it's helpless and hoping and wanting. Denzel's still dreaming. His eyes are still clouds, they can only pretend the sky.
"Why are you watching?" I asked in a whisper, I got up and padded over to him , like Cloud does when he comes in after we've had a bad dream, with those slippers that he wears only 'cause he got them on sale thankyouverymuch
"Because." He says.
"Because why?"
"Because I want to feel sad."
I look at him and blink away raindrops that fall drip-drip-drip off flower petal cheeks into the ground, bringing up daisies.
April showers bring May flowers.
But then raindrops turn to tear drops. And his storm clouds can't cry for the sun, because they forgot how. They stretch to fill their gray skies holding back the rain, ready for the ebony stars that no one can see.
And Denzel won't smile.
"Why do you want to be sad Denzel?" I ask, taking his hand.
"Because I can't feel anything else. Just…anger," he clenches his fist and my arm hurts, but I don't want him to be sad, so I don't tell him.
And Denzel won't cry.
But we were promised raindrops for teardrops. And she'll fly in with ribbons like she brings the flowers.
"Everything will be better." I say, because I know it will.
And feathers fall, and angels go south for the spring.
Feathers become tears, and tears become raindrops.
All the raindrops, lemon drops, and gumdrops.
And I hold his hand because his wings flew away with the rest of the angel. So his ebony stars become snow-white and fade away because the sun came through.
And Denzel's embarrassed, he thinks he's crying.
So I just tell him they're raindrops.
And he smiles the sun again.
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