A/N: I've had this song, Almost Lover, stuck in my head all week. This drabble is the result.
Almost Lover
It was going to rain. What was new? A logical person would've gone inside at the first sight the impending storm clouds.
But then—if I were logical, I wouldn't have been sulking on my roof in the first place.
If the situation were not so grim, I would've found it almost comical.
Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. The wind whipped around me, ruffling my long black hair.
He liked it long, he had so often told me.
Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Maybe I'd chop it all off.
I smiled sardonically, fingering my sleek, black locks. Bit my lip. Tried not to cry.
Leah Clearwater did not cry.
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
The tears seeped from the corners of my eyes despite my protests. I felt a raindrop fall on my bare shoulder. Watched it drip down my arm to my elbow.
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
The clouds exploded only seconds later, pelting down, immediately drenching me. The raindrops mixed with my tears, mingling with my grief.
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
A flash of lightening illuminated the sky.
He loved storms.
We would watch them from his porch, the energy of the storm radiating through our skin. He would stare at the painted sky. I did not see the storm. Only him. The beauty and mystery of the storm was not nearly as enthralling as he.
We'd wait for the downpour, and despite my protests, he'd drag me out into the shower. Kiss me.
Kiss me like he never did anywhere else. So raw, so passionate. His sweet taste—brine, rain, and forest—lingering on my lips.
Did I make it that
Easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?
It was different now. No magic in the air. Just a bleak, rainy day.
I wanted to hate him.
But that hurt more than not being with him.
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
It was now only raining lightly. I shivered slightly from my drenched clothing.
I wiped the rain and tears from my face
No use sulking.
No use fighting the inevitable.
No use trying to ease the pain.
Because it was all pointless. It didn't matter that I was torn apart. It didn't matter than I was nothing without him.
I didn't matter that I loved him.
No matter how much I wished it weren't true.
And that was what hurt the most.
Goodbye, my almost lover
