Alright guys, next chapter is up!! Tell me how you like, as always. And why does it seem like I'm getting less and less reviews? Not that I don't absolutely LOVE the ones I am getting, but it seems like I'm getting less and less lately, and that makes me sad. :'(. and this was written to: Listen To The Rain, by Evanescence. I also think that this chapter's a little shorter than my others, so sorry about it. This was pretty much a filler chapter, and I want you guys' opinion on what I should do next with this. I want you to tell me!!Also, I don't know what season i started this in, so it says Summer here. if that's wrong, please just disregard it. Alright, so that's it, I think. Enjoy! xD.

I fiddled with my pencil, drawing on some loose-leaf. I love you was scribbled in a corner. I leaned out the window holding the paper out of it and letting the wind blow through my fingers, and around my face. I closed my eyes, and smiled against the warm barrage of memories that brought up.

It reminded me of my mom and dad. Damn, I miss them. But I will find a way to bring them back. I mean it. My paper flew from my hands, spirited away by a memory wind. I thought nothing of it, while a rueful smile spread across my face, the kind only daydreams you know will never come true bring. I was writing more now, too.

This is the most recent thing in my journal:

My heart beat is the thunder,

And his laughter is the calm before the storm.

They run

Into one,

The symphony of a hunting song.

Hunting for a heart, and he's hunting for mine.

We still look, but have yet to find.

We're so different, like day and night.

When I'm wrong, he's always right.

I'm so frail, on the brink.

He's full of life.

An old oak tree, and a bird in a cage, waiting to be free.

The contrast is staggering at times, like a tower of discontent.

But he calms me with his eyes,

Begging me to let him in, to something that he could never understand, because he's never been faced with it himself.

He wants to help.

But I'm too far in, and too far gone.

I've waited for this day for far too long.

So we're yelling now, because I have fears, and he does too.

Maybe the first time he's let me see them.

I'm throwing things because he's being unfair, and bringing up things I did when I didn't even know him.

Maybe I shouldn't have told him.

How can you let me in?

How can I trust you?

But I want to trust. Life just never gave me a good reason to trust anyone.

Maybe this age old argument is finally done.

In true fashion of myself,

I've stormed off.

Hard as it may be, I'm gone, in more ways than one.

Off to think about how wrong I was, once again.

So I'm on my way back home, to let this all end.

And he's still there. But he's far away, in dream land.

I wonder what he does there, and wish I could see his eyes, because they would be what tells me.

I stare, because he's so different, so beautiful, and it breaks my heart because I may have given that up.

I'm a selfish creature, and I need him here.

I'm outside. Sitting down.

The storm is raging. It's crazy.

And my heartbeat is its perfect counterpart.

Flawlessly blending in with the chaotic order of natural music around me.

Adding a note of repetitive distress to the lullaby of a forest.

And then he's there again, swearing he won't let me go.

And I know he should, but I don't want him to.

He's still begging me with his eyes

To let him in,

And I can't just yet, but I'll find a way.

Not today. And he knows it.

He's smiling, and I'm staring still, because neither of us know what to say,

After this most startling of epiphanies.

We're both a little damaged.

Me by life, and him by me.

Both a little battered and bruised,

Both a little beaten and broken.

The discordant melody is sharper with every intake of his breath that mingles with mine.

His counterpart to my melody.

They fit like puzzle pieces, just like we seem to do.

We've been lost and unrecognizable.

We've been hard and not understanding.

But we've been together.

One last listen to the melodies of ourselves and then he's inside to clean up our mess, and maybe some little pieces of my heart that I left there.

Then it's just me and the small inner storm again.

And I don't know where to begin.

I look around, seeing everything.

All things chaotic, or peaceful.

Random or in order.

And I'm smiling, because there's nothing to say for us.

We're best together, and worst apart.

We've realized this, and known it from the start.

The sun peaked out from behind a cloud, and my heart has clamed down.

The thunder coursing in my body has subsided,

And he's just inside,

Across the threshold.

Holding my heart mixed in with the little pieces of glass in the palm of his hand,

Just as I wear his in a ring on my finger.

The thoughts of today will always linger,

In my mind and his,

But we're really making it.

He won't give up,

I'll always come back.

It's simple and complicated,

Fiction and fact.

My heart beat is the back beat,

And his laughter is the haunting lullaby.

The silver lining is what we both see when we close our eyes.

And in the chaos that was my thoughts, there was a single undercurrent. It writhed and pulled, insistent, forever in the background. A simple and frantic want.

Puck.

I need to see him. I had to see him. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I'd tried once, and I don't know what was running through my head, but I didn't get farther than his doorknob. It shocked me. His doorknob shocked me. So now I haven't seen him in two days, because he hasn't even left his room for food, which I think is ridiculous.

And I'm worried, and very very pissed off, with nothing to do except read journals, or sit down and write in my own. So I did what I'd been doing so much lately, and wrote.

I fell in love with what I thought was the truth, but it was only half, and the other half that was the lie hurt more. That time, that place, like a dream. It was surreal, everything that happened there, I couldn't believe the world you unfolded right before my eyes, like you took it right out of the palm of your hand for me to see. You were a charmer, and you were charmed yourself, and I think you knew that.

People gravitated to you, they just couldn't help it. You were like one of those books, the slow easy, pondering reads that you can always put down because- hey, it's not going anywhere, and it's just as amazing when you pick it back up again. You came out of nowhere, and fixed us all up, problems and all. You stumbled into this thing and that, a whirlwind life instead of a whirlwind romance. You were so new and different, we were like moths to the flame, and we couldn't resist that pull. Like a tether, a string, you held us all together, a focal point, and you changed us. We were never the same, and we never saw things the same way when you were gone.

I envied you that simplicity, of a life, even just a day that was so close to carefree, you could see it in your eyes. But I knew that wasn't me, wasn't meant for me to have. So I kept to my own simplicity, of hiding away when I needed to, closeting myself in the good times, and not really bothering to look under the surface. But the things that were never seen, came up from the deep, and you were at the forefront. I didn't want to see it, believe it, but I had to.

The colorful spins of dizzy randomness, bright colors everywhere, laughing just because you can, you brought out the best in us all. Pieces of ourselves we thought were lost to the dark forever. They resurfaced, and we were happy again, once again whole. You changed us, I mean it. You did. But as all good things do, you came to an end. You left, or were sent away, or I don't even know.

I found out, though. And then I realized why you could never come back. Because we are strong, and you are, but we are together, and you are not. So many people, who are fond of you, dote on you, laugh with you, joke with you. They do not belong with you. You are a category all your own, and we may not be as earth shattering, or life changing, or mind blowing, but we are together.

So I packed up your memory, put it in my little keepsake box. Filled that small last bit of space left with everything you did to us and for us, and everything I think you'll someday do to and for other people who come along on your joy ride of life just like we did, for a while, anyway. I will see you again, it may take a while, probably years, but it will happen. You'll stumble into me, just like you stumble into every other small adventure you come across.

And you'll remember me, and ask how I've been, and it'll all start again, me with my solidarity, you with your spontaneity. You were not who I thought you were, though, so I'll know not to let it go too far. You'll still change me, and break down every crushing wall I've got, and make me forget who I am, or what I'm doing half the time, but that's the fun of it all. You're summer personified, and you always know just the right thing to say, exactly what to do, steady head on your shoulders, peacemaker, smile bringer, laugh giver, wish granter.

All different names, but for the same thing, the entity that is undeniably you. I'll still love it, and crave it, just as the rest of the world does, that whirlwind life. But it's not for me, not for most people, only that select few that have a special quality, and the rest of us have to hunker down for the storm, and be content watching the people who cause it.

So yes, you hurt me, and yes you lied, and yes, I still love you, even after all that, and I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. No one can, in the end. So yes. I fell in love what I thought was the truth, but it was only half. And the other half that was the lie hurt more. More than I ever thought it would, and it won't really go away, but I'll deal with it. It's the beginning of a mini, makeshift whirlwind life of my own. And I'm loving every second of it.

Feeling sated and somewhat refreshed, I was up the stairs and at Puck's door once again. I didn't know what I was thinking, and Puck was just a jerk, and this whole thing gave me a headache. And a heartache. I sighed, sitting against the wall on the floor, next to a door that was shut tight.

"I wouldn't change you for the world, but I would change the world for you." And against that wall, I fell asleep in the middle of the day, mindful even in sleep to stay away from that damned magiked doorknob.

I paced and growled angrily. My chimpanzees had glop grenades at the ready, my minions little dancing lights of enchanted danger. All I had to do was open the door, say the word, and that's it. Sabrina was toast, but I couldn't even do that. I couldn't bring myself to do anything to her anymore.

I knew she tried to get into my room the other day, and I knew the doorknob shocked her, just like I knew it would. I'm glad it did, too. Internally, I cringed at the thought of hurting her, but on the outside, I was calm and ready if not angry and frustrated. I was at a standstill.

She's just a damn girl. Jeez! Alright, you know what, forget it. We did not go out, we would never, she was a Grimm, Sabrina Grimm, and she was just a stupid little girl, I didn't like her. Of course I didn't. meanwhile, I could practically feel my IQ go down, and see myself revert to caveman form. I stomped to my bedroom door, mentally chanting,

I'm over her, I'm over her, I'm over her…

Though if I wanted to be shallow, there was nothing to be over. My hand was on the doorknob, ready to yank it open and hear it crash against the wall. I heard heavy breathing on the other side of the door.

Damn.

It was just to the right, and I knew it was Sabrina's, and that she'd gone and fallen asleep outside my door. Back to square one. I sighed again and looked up at my artificial sky in annoyance. I wanted to scream. This was ridiculous. I eased open the door and slowly peaked my head out.

There she was, knees to her chest, on the floor. Her head was on her curled knees, and her breaths were deep and even, like a baby's. her fingers curled around each other, as if seeking for something to hold onto. Her hair was as gold as ever, and I wanted her to open her eyes so I could see the fierce blue behind her eyelids, even though I knew she would attack me if she did. Her face was smooth and undisturbed, even with her current position. I don't know why, but I felt like cataloguing every little detail of her. I'd seen her everyday for a while, but I never really looked, you know?

Never took the time to see. She slept like a baby, literally, and I fought the urge to laugh out loud. I stepped out of my room, shutting the door with a quiet click. I bent down in front of her, squatting, and watched as her face transformed before my eyes. It went from peaceful to anguished in a matter of seconds. I hastily scrambled back up and was halfway inside my room in fear of her waking up.

I saw her squirm, and she leaned too far. She was falling over. I was out of my doorway and at her side before I could comprehend my actions, catching her just before she fell. Her head was cushioned on my right arm, and she turned her face in to face the crook of my arm. I grabbed her up, and walked her to her room, laying her down on the bed. I brushed her hair lightly from her face, and stalked out. I couldn't look at her anymore. She was ridiculous, and I was ridiculous, and this whole thing was just the same. It gave me a headache, and a heartache, and that just doesn't make sense.

Things rarely ever do these days. Now let me ask you; you didn't think you'd ever hear of me like this, did you? In trouble, yeah. Being immature, probably. But being worried, confused, and all wrapped up in the thunder storm that is Sabrina Grimm? No way, never. Well, things aren't what they're supposed to be anymore. I'm feeling more and more unlike my normal self every day, and I don't know what to do about it. And I don't know if I want to do anything anyway.

So I went out and for a walk. Through the door, and down down down, until I was surrounded by forest. I looked up and saw a small tattered piece of paper, floating around on the warm wind. A sudden thought; this is the summer of our discontent. I spread my wings, and flew up to it, grabbing it from the tree. The handwriting on it was neat and compact, small, fitting the personality of someone who was meticulous, and took their time with things. It reminded me of Sabrina. I looked down at it, and it was all blank. Except for the words I love you scribbled down in the corner.

I contemplated letting it fly away once again, unhindered and free with no boundaries, whatsoever. And then I smiled slightly and stuffed it in my pocket to keep and look at whenever I needed it, because this tattered little paper with the handwriting that reminded me of Sabrina and that was only privy to three small words that can change a life had made me smile in the first place.