Author's Notes: Cry cry cry. I hope you like! Oh. And HOW THE HELL did I get over 210 hits on this story in a day?
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Theme: Thunder
Happy Ending
It might have been easier, he thought, had it not been so sunny. Anything else would have done: snow; rain; storms; hurricane. Hell, even a sand storm or an overcast sky would have done. But not this, not the flawless summer day.
Except, it wasn't flawless really. How could it be? This was a day when gold tarnished, when words failed, when pain was everything. This was a day of pain and of betrayal. This was the day that death ruled.
She laid there, an angel of tan and gold, snow white sheets below her and above her. The eyes were glassy, the skin waxen. Hair that once shone beautifully and unceasingly now lay limp around her, yet the light on it was like a halo. And most of all… she was cold. Her fingers were so cold in his hands, but what could he expect?
Tears slipped unbidden from him, leaving glistening trails behind upon his cheeks. Lips whispered words of love that fell upon unhearing ears. Yet what more could he do? Sorrow filled the air like rain drops, and sobs cut through the silence like the crack of thunder.
A hand, strong, confident, came to rest upon his shoulder. The contact was still gentle though, like the wings of a butterfly. It almost lessened the pain to know that the Wutain could be a comforting presence even though he was such a cold bastard.
"Reeve, I…" he began, yet no words were there to finish.
The older man shook his head, unwilling to have the silence, or any other gap she had left in his life, filled just yet.