April 26, 2010.
Stinging Memory
"A storm is coming."
Everything was a memory now, the rain, pulling heavily at her dark hair, even more so. It was the joking times he had teased her for her imperfect control of water, fighting the Sea-Hag, escaping vampires. It was bravery, fear, joy and shame. She shoved it furiously away from her.
One tear, shed with stinging memory.
A/N: In a weird way, I love the fluffiness of this one.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.