Title: Reckless Abandon
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Characters and past storylines are property of J.K. Rowling, and all those affiliated. "Here Comes the Rain" is property Annie Lenox and affiliates.I lay claim to nothing but the compilation of the words. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I wrote this while I should have been doing a school assignment, but, the blasted plot bunny would not leave me alone. I was listening to the song, and it just hit me, or, rather, bit me, all of a sudden. In either event, here it is! I hope that you enjoy it!
Here comes the rain, again.
Falling on my head like a memory.
Falling on my head like a new emotion.
That is when it all begins. The sounds of the rain drops as they fall, allowing gravity to lead them to their final destinations. That is what stirs this ache, this pain in me that no medical cure can be formed for. This pain that one can ever discover. A pain that will never go away.
I remember that first night that he uncovered the fact that something was wrong. He pushed and pried, hoping that I would tell him. I do not think that he did so intentionally. That is just part of his caring nature.
He tried for hours, being patient, yet pleading with his eyes for me to open up to him with all of my problems. We just sat, wordless, breathless, in the overstuffed armchairs. I was waiting either for him to speak, or for me to say something utterly stupid, or to subconsciously spill the entire story. To my surprise, he had reacted first.
"Look, if you can't tell me, tell someone that you trust." He paused. "I'm obviously not that person."
My jaw almost dropped. I could not believe that he actually thought that I did not trust him. It was ridiculous. While it was true that he was the one person that I could indeed not tell, that did not mean that I did not trust him with everything that I stored inside.
"It's not that," I assured him. "I just don't know who to bring this to." I gave him a somber look, before dropping my gaze. "I'm not sure that I want anyone to know."
I heard a heavy sigh, and the sounds of him, as he stood from his seat. He mumbled something, quietly. With that, he turned, and walked away. I was left in my chair, in complete wonder. I spent the rest of the night there, sitting, and thinking.
To this day, I remember that night like no other. It was the first night that I had refused to tell him anything about my problem. It was also the first night that I got the idea of who to share my secrets with.
So, I sit here, on the roof, looking up at the stars. The rain is pouring down, soaking me completely through. If he were here, he would tell me to come inside, before I catch my death. I would not do that. Right now, I am content to sit here, in the rain, sharing my secrets with the one person that he always told me would be there. That is why I will always remember the words that he said to me that night, before he walked away.
"Well, Moony, if you can't tell me, tell it to the rain."
That is exactly what I did.