Whoo! Number 99! And angsty, too! Number...99. Wow. This is almost...I'll save the sappy stuff for tonight, but...gah!
Storm
There's always a calm before the storm. Probably because nature figures that there's enough confusion as it is, maybe she should give the poor things a break before tearing them up into little pieces.
Mother Nature must hate her. Her calm lasts two minutes before Derek begins gathering her clothes, in a horrible, unpredictable-yet-predictable pattern, Rhett Butler-stoic and just as cruel.
It isn't until after the storm, after he leaves, that she begins to regain some coherence in her thought.
And then she sits outside in the real storm, and cries until she's calm.
Reference: Two actually, although the idiom "calm before the storm" shouldn't really count. Rhett Butler (Wow, did I only do two GWTW references?) is, of course, Margaret Mitchell's creation.