Rating: T / PG-13 / FRT
Pairing: implied Caleb/Pogue
Word Count: 382

Clouds
She didn't know how long it had been going on for, but she was almost certain it was happening. It had been hard to spot at first, but then the signs became clear to her; the traded looks, the secret smiles, the frosty glares she received sometimes when he thought she wasn't looking. It had hurt at first, angered and annoyed her, but wasn't until she sat back and and actually looked, that she realised that things had to change.

Sarah played with the ring around her finger, looking down at the beautiful heirloom for a minute before transferring her gaze to the man in the bed. They'd been engaged to get married, the wedding planned for the coming summer. But it wasn't going to happen. And Sarah was ok with that, really she was. She was saddened, of course, but she couldn't find it in herself to be angry. Their relationship hadn't been the same since Pogue rolled back into Caleb's life, bringing the storm clouds with him.

She wasn't the right person for Caleb any more.

Carefully, she pulled the ring from her finger and lay it on top of the folded letter on the vanity. A sad smile graced her lips when she crept over to the bed and kissed the sleeping man's cheek softly.

"Be happy." she whispered.

Shouldering her bag, she moved out of the bedroom and descended the stairs. She was surprised to see a figure walking through the hall, but not as surprised as he was to see her.

"Sarah?" The man blinked, frowning in the dark, and Sarah had a brief flash back to when they'd first met. God, they'd been so young. He stepped forward, and Sarah could see the exact moment he realised what she was doing. "No, Sarah, I-"

"It's ok, Pogue." She said, the sad smile returning. He floundered, but she carried on, "Just...don't let him tear himself up over it, ok? I want him to be happy, and we both know that he's not with me."

There wasn't much Pogue could say to that. He nodded slowly, looking torn between letting her go and stopping her, but he didn't move when she opened the door and walked out for the final time.

Time to start over, without the clouds.