And it rained. Thunder boomed across the halls; lightning flashed and lit the windows. Rain pattered and pittered and splashed against the building. Meanwhile, walking pace turned into a run at the first crash of thunder. Passerby shot him confused glances as he weaved and almost soared past them. In fact, Nevra sprinted past her door at first, much to his chagrin. He fumbled the spare keys to the room but managed to unlock the door. Uneven breathing greeted him. The covers embraced her in makeshift protection from the thunder and the lightning. She looked ready to hide under the bed when the door shut.
"Klein..." It was one of the sweeter tones he used.
He soon hugged her trembling figure; thunder boomed again as she let out a sob.
"It'll be over, I promise."
Sobbing. Trembling. Incoherency amongst the booms and flashes. The story was told only one time, in the place of a rural house. A young girl, all alone and inside the building, cried for her parents. Cried in while the sky cried. Dark. Too dark. The power was out. Rain slammed against the windows, and wind shook the home. All alone. So dark.
"Shh...I'm here. It's going to be fine."
It really was a strange sight as Klein continued to cling. But at the same time, a sick pleasure awakened. The sight of her weakness that he saw. Only him. That facade fooled even him when they first met.
"You'll get through this. I believe in you. Don't look so sad."
Minutes. Seconds. Perhaps an hour. Her breathing evened out, but she still cried. The storm continued as well. Reassuring words whispered into the air. And he continued to not let go. Not now.