Wishing it all away

She sat on the balcony that was connected to her room, as the rain poured down. The cold, fresh, clean rain. It had awoken her from her nap and she had flung opened the door right away. Stepping outside she let it hit her, shocking her for only a second before becoming a part of her and washing everything away at the same time. Slowly, after it had drenched her dark hair and made her white shirt and black pants cling to her body, she slid down until she was sitting on the ground. Sitting there she wanted to be the rain, wished that she were the rain but knowing that she could never be. The rain was cold and it was free and it was wonderful, and beautiful and strong but mostly it was normal. She was none of those thing; she was different and weak and locked up inside her mind. She was average not beautiful like the rain…or like Shalimar. Oh god she thought as that thought popped into her head. It was then that everything came flooding back to her. It had been three days since he had shocked her and three days since they had almost kissed. She knew it was only a matter of days until they did kiss, only a matter of days before the effects of his shock wore off for good and the pain stopped and she knew that it was only a matter of days until he made her talk to him. She didn't wanna talk to him, she never wanted to talk to him and she never wanted to see him again. She still hadn't decided what had been worst, being shocked by him or seeing him with her? Finally her mind chose the latter of the two and that's when the tears started, mixing themselves with the rain and sliding down her face. She should be happy for her two friends, one of them her best friend. She thought, the tears still crusading down her face. Closing her eyes she decided that she would be happy for them even if it killed. She would be strong and if need be she'd be cold. She would block him out and put up walls and be cold, but she'd be happy for them, even if it were at her expense. With that silent promise she buried her face in her hands and cried, cried for everything that she loved and everything that she lost and for everything she had to be.

It was a little over an hour when Adam called them all down to the lab. When she didn't respond to her comm ring Adam sent Jesse up to check on her.

"Emma, Emma?" He called out as he lightly knocked on her door. No answer.

"Emma?" He called again this time getting worried. Finally after a minute of waiting he touched the door and let himself slip inside. Her room was dark and a slight breeze was coming form her balcony but she was nowhere in sight. Moving quickly towards her balcony and threw opened the door. The sight in front of him scared him; there curled up into a ball, soaking wet and dangerously still lay Emma. Moving to her he dropped down and checked for a pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when he found one, weak but there. Carefully he picked her up and held her freezing body close to his warm one. Walking briskly towards the door he slipped threw it and quickly made his way to the lab.