summary
What happens when a old friend comes back home .
Waiting
4 mouths later
A bolt of lightning split across the dark sky, making her jump from her meditative state. Her gaze looked out the window, watching the rain come down gently, pitter-pattering on the glass.
Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.
She sat in the darkness waiting. She was always waiting. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders a bit tighter as an involuntary shiver went up her spine. More lightning. Thunder.
Boom!
The window rattled slightly as the world trembled. She was so alone. Always alone.
"Ed…" she whispered.
It had been four months since she had last seen the red-cloaked alchemist. Four months since he had promised to return. And for four months, she had been sitting by the window as she was now, waiting. Waiting for him to return. Every night, she would wrap herself in blankets and sit by the door, praying that it would burst open and that he would walk in with his ridiculous smile and infectious laugh.
"Where are you Ed?"
She talked to herself a lot while she waited. It made her question her sanity quite frankly. But hey, how is someone waiting for a lost one to return to keep their sanity anyway? She began to tremble, and this time she wasn't cold.
"Come back to me Ed…please" she whispered into the darkness.
It was ridiculous, she knew. She was losing her mind, waiting every day for the return of the boy that made her life worth living. The boy that was never there. Why she loved him so much, even she didn't know. It was true, he was never there anymore. Never there for her. She felt tears brim her eyes before falling silently down her cheeks. She closed her eyes as another crack of thunder let loose.
"Edward…"
Her eyes opened slowly to again look out the window, praying to see his familiar red coat standing out against the shadows of the night. He wasn't there of course. Her gaze slowly settled upon a glint of silver, sitting on the table. A knife. She had used it to cut vegetables earlier. It was small, but sharp. So sharp. She picked it up carefully, as if its tremendous power might suck her in.
More tears rolled down her weary face. She couldn't stop them. She didn't want to. She turned the knife over in her hands, watching the dim moonlight glint off the blade. She touched her forefinger to the tip of the blade and watched as a drop of blood rolled down her finger. She pulled it over her thumb pad gently, and two larger drops slid down her thumb.
Who was she kidding? This waiting was suicide. She was killing herself slowly, by just sitting by the door. Waiting for Ed. She would be doing herself a favor if she could just muster the courage to…The knife trailed over her wrist, barely ghosting her pale skin. She couldn't, could she? Her tears had never ceased falling, they never did for him. She gently punctured the skin just below her palm watching in a trance as a single drop slid down her arm. She closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry Ed…I can't wait any longer"
Her head shot up when she head the creak of the door slowly swinging open. Her eyes widened and the knife clattered to the floor. The sound of the rain was almost deafeningly loud as a head cautiously peeked into the room. A blonde head.
He quietly closed the door behind him and looked around the room with a sigh. His eyes immediately halted when he saw Rayne. She was standing next to the window, tears flowing down her cheeks, the moonlight casting a soft light over her features.
"…Ed?" her voice sounded so weak.
He gave a relieved smile. "Hey Rayne"
"Ed!" She cried softly, in her tear-broken voice. She stepped towards him quickly, only to stumble over her feet and fall.
She never hit the ground. Strong supportive arms wrapped around her protectively, helping her back to her feet. He held her at arms length, his eyes filled with concern.
"Rayne, what wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked gently, his eyebrows furrowed with worry.
She felt herself collapse onto his chest with a choked sob, her hands fisting the black shirt he wore. "Ed" she whispered. "You're back"
Ed instinctively wrapped his arms around her sobbing form. "Yes Rayne, I'm back. And I-,"
His voice halted when he saw the knife on the floor. Looking down he saw the small trail of blood down her wrist. "Oh Rayne" he whispered as he hugged her close to him, burying his head into her shoulder.
"I missed you Ed" she whispered into his firm chest. She felt so safe during that moment, with his arms around her while he whispered soothingly into her ear.
"It's alright Rayne, I'm here now"
Rayne nodded silently, her sobs subsiding a bit. They stood there for a few minutes, in a sweet embrace. Everything felt right again.
"I'm sorry Edward" she whispered.
Ed started slightly. "For what?"
"You said you would come back. I didn't believe you. I'm sorry"
His gaze fell on the knife which glinted dangerously in the moonlight. "Shh" he rubbed her back gently. "That's my fault not yours. I'm here now though, you did wait for me. Thank you"
She nodded, pulling back slightly to look him in the eye. He smiled softly, causing a small smile to come over tear stained face.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed" he said, leading her up the stars to her room. He walked to stand by her bed as she lay down and covered herself with a quilt. she leaned over said Ed i love you . He looked at her and kissed her and as he was about to leave the room she said ed wait "stay with me please"
He turned and grinned at her. "Sure Rayne"
He sat down in the chair next to her bed and watched as her eyes slowly drooped shut.
"So you will stay with me Ed?" she murmured.
"Yeah Rayne, I will"
She say to him befor he fellasleep "Ed will you stay with me not just for the night "
He smiled and say " always "