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Changes By Silvia MidnightIt was drizzling. The landscape was bleak and gloomy. It was as if a shadow had cast itself across the land, engulfing everything in shadow. And the rain steadily increased, turning into a downpour.
But he was without an umbrella. And the oak tree he was standing under barely shielded him from the falling rain.
Serious blue eyes were attached to a lone figure, dancing in the rain. The rain had soaked through his bandana, making the silky strands of his hair that had escaped the bandana stick to his face. His clothes were plastered to his skin, giving it a wet caress. He could barely see through the pouring rain. Yet, he just stood there, watching, as if he were inanimate. The object of his attention slowly turned in a semi-circle and smiled at him.
The rain was cold, but a warm mellow feeling settled in his stomach. She was happy, and it showed in her expressive eyes.
To her, the spring rains had always represented new hope, a new beginning. It was life for growing living things. It didn't matter that all of her clothes were making her uncomfortably cold. She didn't care that she might catch a cold. She was intent on her task, blessing the first spring rain in the name of the wind goddess, Aliara. She lifted her hands and twirled, keeping her steps light and steady. She lifted her face and slightly opened her mouth, letting a few raindrops slide, and tasting the sweet water. Her hands fluttered to and fro, making the intricate movements required in her blessing. When she felt cleansed, she slowly turned in a semi-circle, and smiled at the boy who was watching her stonily.
His face was always devoid of emotion. Despite what they have all been through, all of the hardships they have faced, he was still unwilling to get too close to them. But sometimes that hurt. And sometimes, her heart just bled for him, and she was helpless to stop from sinking into sorrow.
Lightning flashed, illuminating their world for one quick second before letting the darkness take over again.
She threw back her head and laughed, a light and tinkling sound.
She didn't know what a lovely picture she made. Her hair was darkened by the rainwater and was trailing down her back. Her waterlogged clothes stuck to her every curve and revealed a slim beautiful body. Her eyes were most expressive, enlightening others of every emotion she felt. And she was unable to mask the feelings flaring in her eyes. Her carefree attitude matched her spirit of Air.
Thunder rolled, resonating through the entire park.
He couldn't help it, but his lips quirked upward a bit. But he caught himself in time and quickly donned his mask once more. But it was too late. She had seen that small piece of him that he had tried to stow away.
She wanted to tell him that everything was all right. That he didn't have to be strong in front of her. That he could be able to set aside his mask while in her company. But she didn't. And she turned back to her blessing, cool and calm outside, but a storm of wild emotions stirring her up inside, her heart bleeds for a cold person.
The next time she turns, he's gone. The swaying willow branches confirm the fact that there is no other being but her in the park. They are empty.
The wind streaks through the sky and delivers her a cold slap in the face. Memories float by, just on the tip of reality. She experiences loneliness and feels fear. She remembers that loneliness is no more, but the fear is still there and reaching out to her in dark crashing waves. She abruptly stops her blessing, unable to go on. Icy chills race up and down her back.
She is alone.
She kneels upon the wet pavement, unable to move. She notices that the rain is no longer hitting her, no longer pelting her with its cold wet kisses. And she slowly looks up into a pair of icy blue eyes. She's horrified to see him catch her at this moment of weakness. She's even more mortified by her inability to swallow because of the lump in her throat or the tears at the back her eyes, threatening to spill out.
He hands the umbrella out to her.
Her whispered thanks fell on deaf ears. He just turned and left without a word.
No matter how I try to reach you,
You always push me away.
But what happens,
When despair befalls you
On swift and silent feet…
And hope cannot leak through?