Every Time It Rains, I Fall To Pieces
Hakkai ran fingertips down the first trickling drop, following its twisting path to the window. It was so black outside, he could almost imagine it was blood. The blood he spilled, a crimson stain of so many sins.
Another drop fell, this one he followed with his eyes. Two more followed it as the storm moved in closer. Already, he could feel it in his heart, ripping open to flood him with guilt. Guilt at not being there, not saving her... not dying with her.
The patter began to increase and grow steady, rattling against the glass window. Too many drops to trace, too many emotions and memories warring inside him. The happy mixed with the sad, the painful mixed with the joyous. As always, when it rained, the burden became too much for him. Hakkai slid his back down the wall, hugging his knees to his chest, hiding his face from the rain. He could still hear its sharp staccato beat, though. It broke through and drummed home the memories washing in.
He was the steady one in the group.
He was the rational one.
He was the one they depended on to keep them straight.
But every time it rained, he fell to pieces.
And none of them were allowed to witness it.