"Are you sure about this?"
"Come on, Mark, you're our only hope," Jacob said as he hauled his reluctant friend upstairs.
"I just don't get why it's gotta be me."
"Because you and Sadie are the same age and are in the same grade, she can identify with you."
"A girl who's been kidnapped by vampires can adapt with a werewolf?" Mark asked skeptically.
"Just shut up and come upstairs."
Mark was a handsome seventeen-year-old. He had brown hair so dark it looked almost black; his skin was the same tan as Jacob's. His face had a sweet expression that never seemed to go away.
Jacob opened the door that led to Sadie's room.
Mark looked around the room as the door closed behind him. The walls were a rich, golden color. There was a bed in the center of the room, next to a small couch. Mark looked at the black metal bed-frame, the unwrinkled covers. He'd been told that Sadie had been sleeping in a chair by the window.
Mark looked up and saw her. Her brown hair was tangled, her face pale. She was wearing jeans and a purple tee-shirt. She'd settled in the fetal position, her knees to her chest, and her arms around her legs. Her eyes stared blankly out the window.
Mark instinctively knew she wouldn't talk for a while, so he sat on the couch.
Sadie gave no indication of hearing the quiet sound of the pillows deflating under the sitting boy, yet Mark sensed that she knew someone was in the room with her.
They sat quietly, each lost in their own thoughts, keeping each other company.
After an hour of silence, a quiet voice broke both trains of thought.
"Does it always rain so much here?"
"Yes," Mark answered, and the room was plunged into silence once more.
After a short while, the same quiet voice that had first spoken intruded into the silence again.
"You know? I used to love the rain."
Mark didn't say anything, sensing that she'd continue speaking on her own.
"I used to look out at it, and feel as if life were coming back into the earth."
Mark saw Sadie's eyes begin to water, but her gaze never moved from the window.
"I once read a book that said that the rain was the sky's way of loving the earth. It said that each little drop of water was a kiss to the earth's surface."
Sadie's eyes overran and tears streamed down her face.
"But here it looks like the sky is crying, and its tears fall onto the earth. And the earth cannot comfort the sky, and tell it everything is all right, because it's too far away."
And that was all Sadie said that day.
(A/N) Sorry if the chapter's a bit short for your taste, I just felt that was a nice ending to it.
Catty: Your readers are gonna kill you for making it so short.
Me: Well, I'll make it up to them later.
Catty: How? You'll be dead.
Me: You'll protect me.
Catty: Yeah, right. Now, how about that disclaimer.
Me: Oh, right...
Disclaimer: I own neither Twilight nor the rain, just in case you were wondering.