A/N- Well when your life is a shit hole like mine, you seem to be stuck on the computer all day long. Anyways I don't have much to say here... but I want to say a special thanks to the people who review for my stories. You make my day... thanks.

Stay: Chapter Two.

Marissa woke up the next day around five o'clock with tears streaming down her face. They seemed to never end. If Ryan could see her now, he would be ashamed to call her his. She snuggled back into the pillows and blankets, hoping maybe that she would be successful and get some more sleep before she had to wake up and start her daily routine.

Her routine was one that never changed... she didn't think she could handle anymore change. She always had the same routine, and when Ryan left, she wished everything to just go back to normal. Her daily routine was the only thing left in her life that had some sort of balance. First she would go to the towns square, and pick up the paper, second she would spend the next few hours at on of the elders places. Third she would head home around six o'clock, then cook super. Then she just fiddled around the house, barley doing anything anymore because there was no one to clean up after, no dishes to wash. God she wished she had a mess to clean up. Cleaning was something that always took her mind off everything... but now that there was no one to clean up after, she had none to clean up. Not that Ryan just left a mess for her to clean up, but they would always make dinner together then clean the dishes... and so on.

She sighed getting up; there was no use trying, she would never get back to sleep. She could barley get to sleep at night, going to sleep in the middle of the morning would be asking a miracle. Even in the Californian heat she felt the cold tingle up her legs as she touched the wooden floor. She pulled Ryan's cotton pull over tighter to her body, trying to get some sort of comfort by pretending he was hugging her. No such luck... it just wasn't the same.

She made her way to the kitchen and looked out the window, it was raining. Raining like God himself mourned for Ryan to return home. It seemed to fit, and she felt satisfied... rain was exactly what she needed to make her mood lighten. It couldn't possibly make her happy, but it made her want to go outside and just stand there, letting the water wash away whatever curse she felt under. The curse that took Ryan away from her, the curse she cried over constantly.

She made her decision and walked quickly back to the small warm bedroom Ryan and she shared. She quickly made sure that she took off any article of clothing that belonged to him so she wouldn't ruin it, then put some of her own on. She wasn't going anywhere to please, so she chose a quick floral dress that was easy to pull over her head. She looked into the bottom of her closet and took out two pink slipper shoes, then slipped them on. She walked over to the makeup dresser, and grabbed the letter she had written to Ryan the night before.

She walked back to the kitchen and looked out the window again. The rain was pounding down, and it had already made puddles; something fun for the children the next day. She made her was over to one of the drawers, and slid it open. She rummaged around for a minute or two, then pulled out a plastic baggy with a pink and blue closing. She slipped the letter into it, and sealed the baggy.

She made her way over to the front door, and thought for a minute if she should put a over coat on... she decided not to, seeing and she would just get it wet. She opened the closet anyways, and leaned into it, and smelt Ryan's coat that his scent still lingered on. She was tempted to pull it out and wrap it around herself, but she knew she couldn't get it wet. She wasn't going to let the rain wash away the only thing she had left of him; his scent.

Marissa opened the front door and stepped out onto the front porch. There was a roof so she didn't get wet yet. She longed to run back into the house, pull on Ryan's jacket and curl up onto his side of the bed; she knew she had to mail this letter though.

She walked to the edge of the porch, and took a breath of air. She stepped into the freezing rain water and shrieked; it was pounding down on her skin hard, and as much as it should have hurt, it felt good. It could be nothing what Ryan was going through, so she didn't mind; she simply let it pound onto her skin, making to red and raw.

She walked painfully slowly to the mailbox where the currier would take it and get it to Ryan overseas. She slipped the baggy into the box, successfully getting it in the box without getting it soaking wet. She just stood there for a minute, looking at the mailbox as if it would somehow bring him back to her. Sadly though, she turned around and headed back up the drive to the house, where she would take a burning shower, then continue her routine.

When she was at the start of their drive, she looked over at the mailbox again. It had a poster with a picture of Uncle Sam, saying "Uncle Sam wants you, to join the U.S Army". Marissa screamed at the top of her lungs and ran to the top of her drive, which was very long, muddy, and full of puddles. She dashed through it all, and ended up in a crying heap of a mess on the front grass. It soaked her clothes even farther, and made her muddy.

She stayed on the ground till the sun was rising, and then finally got up. She was freezing, and it was still raining, even if the sun was out. It was different weather then she had ever seen before. She made her way into the house and when she was in the inside porch, she let went to the closet, opened the door and grabbed the jacket that smelt of Ryan. She put it to her face and continued to cry into it. She let her legs come from underneath her, and she fell onto her wooden floor. Her skin felt raw and cold from the pouring rain water, but she didn't make an attempt to stop her pain; if Ryan was going through it, she could withstand it.

She pushed the jacket hard against her face, and cried; sobbed. She missed Ryan so much… why did the army have to take him away? He belonged with her… and now there might be a chance that he would never come home.

A/N- Don't have the patience to put a long note here. But whatever, review.