Ami sighed, her chin propped up in her hand as she stared out the rain streaked window. Her room was dark, even at midday, because of the rainstorm that had rolled in. It had been raining nearly nonstop since the morning Makoto had dropped her off at the cabin.

That had been three days ago.

Now it was Tuesday and Ami hadn't left her room much. She assured her friends she was fine and had asked to be left alone. They begrudgingly left Ami to her own devices, only disturbing her to bring her food.

Ami watched with tired eyes as the raindrops rolled slowing down the window pane. If she wasn't sleeping, she wasn't doing anything else. If her friends didn't force food onto her, she wouldn't eat. She was too distracted to even read. She just sat in her room, in her bed, and did nothing. She was cried out but her chest still felt empty but hurt at the same time.

Ami missed Makoto.

Sighing again, Ami sat away from the window, straightening her back and stretching out the aches from sitting in one position for too long. She decided to have a shower and got up to do so. Grabbing a clean set of clothes, she headed out into the hall and towards the bathroom. She couldn't hear any noise from downstairs and assumed the twins took their respective significant others into town, even with the rain. Minako never could sit still and Usagi could be just as bad.

Ami grabbed a towel from the linen closet and stepped into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, adjusting the water's temperature to what she liked before stripping down and stepping inside. She stood under the hot spray of the water and stared dejectedly down at the drain. After a moment and another sigh, she rubbed her face with her hands before reaching for the shampoo.

Why? Why had she stopped talking to Makoto?

Ami knew why but it didn't make sense.

It did make sense.

She was scared and her nervous nature had won out.

What if Minako and Usagi were right? What if Makoto did feel the same?

Should she?

Should she not?

Despite the hot water, Ami was shaking by the time she stepped out of the shower. She quickly dried off and dressed. Taking her dirty clothes and wet towel to her room and dumping them into the hamper (they would do their laundry Thursday night before leaving), Ami quickly walked over to her phone, picked it up and opened the message thread from Makoto and...

And her thumbs hovered over the digital keypad. She was still shaking and her fingers pressed a few buttons and in a panic Ami quickly deleted them. After a moment, Ami sighed and sat the phone down onto the nightstand as she herself sat on the edge of the bed. She placed her face in her shaking hands and willed herself not to cry. Not again.

Ami raised her head and listened, confused. Maybe it was her imagination, the rain tapping on the roof. But-

No. There it was again. A soft knocking coming from downstairs.

Hesitating for only a second, Ami stood and made her way downstairs, wringing her hands. The knock came again as she reached the door. Taking a deep breath, Ami opened the door.

And there, on the other side, was a soaking wet Makoto.

AN: It dawned on me that this story is 6 damn years old. I'm sorry it's taking so long lol