Omg, I was listening to Meatloaf while I wrote this one. If you haven't already, listen to Bat Out Of Hell because it's such an epic song! Anyway, enjoy!!!!
It is raining; the crystal droplets are spiralling down and they settle on her hair, the swaggering black clouds aiming with malice at anyone stupid enough to come out in a storm.
She doesn't seem to notice; doesn't seem to care as the rain drenches her bare skin. She hasn't cared about anything since Danielle.
The downpour is a welcome distraction.
He approaches cautiously, not wanting to startle her. Save for an occasional shudder seizing hold of her shoulders, she makes no movement at all so that he can't be sure if she knows he is near her.
"Ron," he says gently, taking his place next to her on the bench. "You shouldn't be out here in the rain. You'll catch something,"
She flinches as his hand carefully brushes her cheek, afraid that the contact will drag her back into a reality she is not yet ready to explore now that Danielle is gone: dead.
"Here, let's share this. You don't have to speak. I'll just sit with you and make sure you're ok," he removes his coat, draping most of it around her wet shoulders as he draws her into the warmth of his body.
She lets him, for a moment forgetting everything as she melts into his affectionate arms.
"I want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to, or just to yell and scream at, you can count on me. I don't care if it's the middle of the night, Ron, I'm here for you," he rubs her arms tenderly, cradling her head and smoothing her hair as she finally gives way to the numb feeling and let's in the grief.
Then she sobs into his chest while Jack simply holds her.