Nothing but Rain
By: RoxyRoo
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: They say that when it rains it pours. Just a short little Trory oneshot.
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She thought that he would have been here by now. That he would have found her and taken her home long ago.
Yet here she stood alone in the dark on their bridge. The bridge they had their first kiss on. The bridge they had their first fight on. The bridge they fell in love with each other on.
She listened to see if she could hear him, but she was met with only the silence of the night, as the rain pattered against the water. She angrily pushed a loose strand of her wet hair behind her ear as she squinted out into the darkness. She saw nothing but rain pouring from the angry dark sky. Her teeth chattered as the freezing cold rain sunk through her clothes.
A lone tear ran down her face. Nobody likes to be alone. To feel rejected. Yet that's exactly how she felt. Rejected. Cast aside. Maybe she didn't mean as much to him as he did to her. They fought a lot, like cats and dogs as some will say. However, they always made up. They both would always end up at the bridge in her small town where it all started, and would always make up then and there.
Except, normally he was here by now. He never made her wait this long, because he could not stand having her mad at him this long. Maybe this time it was real, and there would be no making up. She was foolish to ever come here, thinking that they would actually make up after this fight. None of their other fights even compared to this one. They had both said some hateful things to each other, that neither could take back.
She sighed, as for the first time she gave up hope in him. Slowly she made her way across the bridge, the realization hitting her hard. She paused, thinking she heard a footstep behind her. She slowly turned around hoping to see him even though she knew it was only wishful thinking. He won't be there. He had better things to do. They were over. For once and for all.
A sob caught in her throat as she noticed the outline of a figure.
"Tristan," manage to escape her mouth, the tears freely running down her face. All she wanted was for him to take her hand, to take her home.
He stepped closer to her opening his arms, allowing her to fall into them against his chest. "Oh Mary, I'm so sorry," he whispered against her hair. "I was so wrong. I never should have yelled at you like that."
"I'm sorry too," she cried, clinging to him. "I'm the one who upset you."
Tristan held her away from him at arms length. "This was not your fault. I shouldn't have snapped at you." He then pulled her against him, never wanting to let go. "I love you."
"I love you too."