4. True or False:
- I. You love her. True [X] False [ ]
- II. It was her fault. True ] False [X]
III. If you were given a second chance, you'd kiss her in the rain the Sunday before it ended. True [X] False [ ]
She shivered in the car, laughing as he attempted to turn the car on. The engine sputtered, but refused to turn over. "Damn it." He sighed. She grinned at him, rushing his flop of wet hair off of his forehead. A small sadness still clung to her, but she'd forced herself to appreciate the good moments in life, and embrace the beauty of the universe instead of cursing it for what it had taken from her. "Forget it." She told him softly.
"Clary – " He protested, but she cut him off.
"Forget it." She said again. She threaded her fingers through his, squeezing tight. "Come on."
She opened her door, and the sound of the pouring rain met her as she stepped out. Her boots splashed through the puddles, the rain rapidly soaking her already damp sweatshirt and jeans. Her husband met her in the front of the car, in the reflection of the car's blinking hazard lights.
"Angel, what are you doing? You're going to get us sick out here."
She took his hands, drawing him away from the grassy shoulder of the round and further into the asphalt that was alive with the splashes of falling raindrops.
"Dance with me."
"But there's no music." He reasoned.
She shook her head. "We don't need any."
And so, on that stormy December night, they danced, warmed by each other's body heat. He spun her out, and her boots sloshed water as she sloshed through the puddles. As he spun her back towards him, he dipped her, and she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. And when he captured the sound with his lips, he tasted of rain. And in that moment when she should have been drowning in the storm, she felt that she could finally breath.