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Certain people asked about Lynette. Well, this is why she wasn't included in the last update. Because this chapter mianly focuses entirely upon her.

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Chapter Eight: Can You Stop The Rain?

Many a human has tried to explain the sensation that is love.

Many a human has tried, and failed.

They have attempted to utter the right words, or perform the right gesture.

But nothing seems to express what love represents.

What I realise now is that love is just love, it can never be explained.

Lynette Scavo knew that there came a point in every marriage when each couple cried separately. Shedding tears in front of the other would either mean a victory to the dry eyed, or cause the sickening feeling of awkwardness in which the sobbing could not be consoled by the other that wanted to so much; no matter how much that hurt.

Lynette also knew that this point was the time when the crying ceased and the discussion started. She'd witnessed her friends' marriages crumble and she could not let her own sink into the abyss that she had seen them endure.

What she did not understand was that this abyss was not optional, she had always been there, she just did not want to realise it.

In the kitchen, Tom stood by the sink washing the wine glasses repeatedly. He'd been swilling them out for almost ten minutes.

"Tom."

He turned to face her and she knew she didn't have to say another word. They both mutually agreed that it was time, to talk.

Mike Delfino had learnt first hand that the most painful thing in the world, is watching the person you love, love another.

Susan Mayer had learnt first hand, what it was like to love another, whilst still harboring feelings for the one she'd thought she'd lost forever.

It was blatantly obvious from day one that the two afore mentioned were meant to end up together. As always with these situations, it was never sure when, how, or even why. But now it had happened, it was an explosion of emotion neither had experienced in their lives.

Ian Hainsworth had learnt first hand that in this life, you had to fight for what you needed to keep you going. For him, that was Susan Mayer. And now that he realized his misdoing in leaving her during the time when she needed him most, he figured that it was unrealistic that she'd ever consider taking him back into her arms.

But, Ian was determined that he would do anything he could, to get her to do just that.

"Tell me what's wrong." Lynette pleased with her Husband who was doing everything within his power to avoid his wife's gaze.

"I can't."

"What?"

"It's not that I don't want to, I just don't think I can."

"I don't understand Tom. All I want is for you to be happy"

"Well, well I'm not."

Lynette felt the words pierce her body and dig their jagged edges into her insides.

"Then this is why, I've got to fix this."

Tom remained blank.

"Please, help me fix this Tom"

"How do you know you can fix this?"

There was a pause and she tucked herself into a ball on the sofa where she resided.

"I don't" she whispered. That was the fact that was causing Lynette so much hurt. She was a fixer; that's what she had always done. She fixed her children's toys when they broke them; she mended the furniture when her kids broke that as well. And now all she wanted to do was fix her Husband's heart.

And she couldn't.

Then Tom spoke.

"I felt shamed Lynette. Ashamed that I felt angry when she told me, I felt angry because you didn't tell me."

"Tell you what?"

As if she hadn't uttered a syllable, he continued.

"Sometimes, when I lay there at that night. I can sometimes imagine him touching you. Does that make me a monster? Sometimes I think that makes me more of a monster than him, because I can't forgive you for him touching you."

Lynette sat bolt upright. She pondered for what seemed like an eternity, searching for an answer. But not just any answer, the right one. And these answers are elusive, because they know that they mean a great deal to the questioner.

"I love you."

And that was the only answer that would have been acceptable.

Many a human has tried to do right by the person that they love.

It drives normal, ordinary people to perform great acts of desperation.

It can motivate women to do the most extraordinary things.

It can possess those most hardened to it, and manipulate them into accomplishing tremendous things.

But behind all this, the feeling is still the same.

Strong and bold.

Full of life.

And binding us together, for eternity...