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Jesse turned over in bed that night, thinking about Winnie.
He should have come back sooner. That's all there was to it. He couldn't have seriously expected her to wait so long for a guy she'd only known for a few days. He should have taken the risk; she was worth it, wasn't she? Well? Wasn't she?
He bit his lip. No. If she'd drank, her life would have been ruined. I'm being selfish. It was for the best.
A breeze blew through his open window, ruffling his shadowed tresses. It carried the scent of rain, fresha and cool. It was for the best. The first thunderclap sounded far in the distance, reminding him of that night he and Winnie had gone to rescue Mae from hanging. The lighting shining in her hair, her determined expression...
It was for the best.
He turned again as another clap rumbled, wondering if he would ever make himself believe it.
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Kurt stared at the sky, unable to sleep.His thoughts wandered around, sometimes resting on long-buried memories that made tears streak his face. These he shoved aside as soon as possible, burying them again. Until the next storm.
But the one most prominent thought was Andrew. Kurt had seen the pain onhis face that night in the alley. The look of someone who couldn't be accepted, one who thought they had lost eveything...and thenlost something else. Kurt had no idea what had put that look on Andrew's face, but he intended to find out. He had taken an instant liking to the mysterious man. There was something in his eyes that spoke of endless days spent running through sunlit woods, evenings spent beneath a blanket woven of stars. Yet also there was, more recently added, the words of unspeakable pain, unheard of heartache, devastating loss. Kurt knew that it took a while for such memories to blend the way they had in Andrew's eyes. And such days were not meant to remain hidden under masks and fake smiles.
As the first drops of rain splattered on Kurt's face, he knew what he had to do.
He smiled, the next lightning flash revealing white fangs.