Hey everyone! Hi! I'm back! And I've got a brand spanking new story for ya! Hurray! *dances around room throwing confetti* I'm so happy I got this one out! I worked so hard on making it perfect for you guys and gals! This story's from the R season when Darien dumps Serena. Just like my other 2 fanfics. I really like that part of the series! It's different from my other fanfics, though. This is a first person story switching views from Serena to Darien and back and forth. It all takes place during a rainy evening in the park, thus the name (duh). This one's a short story but a little bit long still, just so you're warned. I have a few thank yous to give before I start with the story. Thanks to all of you who e-mailed me about my last 2 fanfics, especially Kitty Kat, Alex, Princess Sky, Christy, Serenity Star, and everyone else! And thanks to you all you other ppl I have met on the 'Net, you're great friends and I hope you all are having a great year! Also thank you to Andrea Hui for putting this up, give her a hand! Thanks to all you other fanfic authors for writing such beautiful, beautiful stories! And last but not least to you for reading this now! Disclaimer - Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi, (c) 1992. I don't own Sailor Moon, so don't you even think of suing me!!! It's all Naoko's!!! *cheerleaders on sidelines screaming "Naoko, Naoko, she's our woman, if she can't do it nobody can can! Go Naoko, go Naoko, goooooo Naoko!"* Also the song in this story's not written by me. The song is titled "Blame It On the Weatherman" and is owned by the band B*Witched, (c) 1998. The song is a really great song (as are all their songs) so if ya haven't heard it ya should! And the last few lines of the story are lyrics from a song by Eric Clapton and Bonnie Bramlett. The song's called "Let It Rain." That's all for now! My e-mail is (hint hint) bluwyndfaerie@hotmail.com. Hope you like this story!!!! C-ya guys! And thanks! Love you, Blu Wynd Faerie _______________________________________________________________________________________________ "Rain" by Blu Wynd Faerie, 2000 rated PG for a little romance, baby! The silence fell as I pressed the button on my radio, the song dying just like that. I sighed for the hundreth time and I fell onto my bed. Sadly humming a tune that did not exist, I popped my bubblegum. Everything in my life seemed to be wrong. Things were changing, things were dying without the chance to really live. Things died every day in my world. They died but they were not forgotten. They left such painful scars upon me... I parted the colorful curtains to see the rain falling down outside. The pitter patter of the droplets echoed down the streets through my beloved city. I could see the puddles flowing down the streets into the sewers; I watched the mists fill the area and thicken. Crystal droplets hit my window noisily and slid down until they had no place else to go. Then they dropped to the ground and shattered like a porcelain plate on a hard floor. Their lives ended as quickly as they had begun, as had the lives of everything in my world. A single tear fell down my cheek as I thought of all my losses. He had left me, and then everything else in my world had come crashing down around me. Nothing specific was wrong, besides his absense. Nothing specific, just everything. You know the feeling, when everything is right, but it feels wrong without *them.* Everything is wrong without *them*. That's how it goes. Tracing a single drop of rain on my window, I saw in my reflection my own tear run parallel to it. It only made me sadder. How I wanted the old times back, when I was innocent. Now I am no longer an innocent, but a forever scarred girl lost in a dark hallway. How I wanted to be happy and feel tears of joy down my face, not tears of sadness. I will be haunted by my torturous tears for eternity. I knew I had to get away for now, just a minute, just a second. I had to go from here. From this sad, sad bedroom which brought so many memories. I could see my friends and I all chatting watching my TV and reading manga. Look at this guy, he's so cute. Tell me that joke you heard in homeroom, why don't you? That's a pretty dress, blondie. Thanks. I almost died, I was so embarassed. Don't sweat it, it's just one test. Laughing, happy, like nothing in the world could ever be wrong. I could see my little brother and I engaged in a game of tag. Can't catch me, can you? Guess you're too fast for me, bro. He giggled as I failed to catch him, scurrying around my bed. And last but certainly not least I saw him sitting with me on the bed helping me study. I watched with with awe and total adoration. I looked up at him as he talked, his eyes fixed on the page. Y equals mx plus b. And you look at the coordinates and ... you're not paying any attention to the math, are you? No. Why not? Because I like gazing into your eyes so much better. You captivate me in so many ways. Sweet kisses. A torrent of tears blinded my view and the memory was washed from my sight. Wiping the salty moist marks from my face, I opened my door and stepped out, grabbing a pink and blue umbrella from a hook on my wall. I took it and twirled it in my hand once, then I walked down the stairs quietly. I gently opened the door and then closed it softly behind me. I was out. I was free...almost free. I would never ever be free again unless I had him. Then I'd be free. But I knew hoping would only disappoint me. No, never again. I stepped out from under the shelter of the porch into the rain. The rain fell hard upon my back and head and shoulders, but I opened my umbrella over me and I was shielded from the droplets. Walking down the long street, I felt so lost and so alone without him. Like there was no one who cared. Silly, I knew there were many who loved me, but not in the way he loved me. "Why did you have to leave me, my love?" I found myself whispering. "Why?" My simple soft words had thickened into a louder rumble in my throat. "Why?" I called out. "Why, why, why?" I screamed at him, and at no one. I fell to my knees with a stifled sob. The umbrella landed at my feet, still opened, but somehow it snapped closed after a second or so. The tears began falling once more no matter how much I tried to stop them. Teardrop after teardrop mixed with the wet rain against my red, angry, longing face. No use in trying to stop the tears, I knew. They would keep coming and coming forever and ever. Again and again, wearing away at my face. A drop crashed to the ground as I stumbled up again. Somehow I was still fairly dry. And it didn't seem like it mattered if I was soaked through or not. It was time to let go. I left the umbrella. I let the cool clear rain fall over me. I let it rush to soak my t-shirt and jean shorts and little white socks and shoes. No, it did not matter anymore. I felt the breeze and the mist clinging to my wet skin like a sheet, like a blanket even, thick and heavy. I could hear the thunder and the lightning far away, but never seeming to come closer to me. It threatened but it never did attack. A peaceful relaxed feel washed over me, like I was in heaven. I felt to coolness of the day and the fog upon me, mixing its breath with my own. I heard no bird song or children playing, but it was better or else I'd be broken from my reverie. Dripping wet, I laughed in the moment for the only time in 3 weeks. I laughed becuase I had forgotten for a just a mere second, because I had forgotten my troubles and was happy alone. I laughed because I knew how to again. But I ceased my laughing as I finally remembered. The pain came all over me again as I remembered his frame turning from me and leaving me there, standing all alone, with nothing left. With my hands empty. And he didn't even look back at me one last time. He just turned and went. Goodbye. Didn't he see how I needed him, and how I'd die without him with me? How could he miss it? How did he not know? That night after he left me there I locked myself in my room and silently stared at the picture of us in the park. It had rained that night, too, as it rained now. I passed his apartment on my walk. And I cried again. I hoped to see him gazing out his window or even better, to see him sitting on the balcony. Just a simple glimpse. And maybe he would see me, standing in the rain, and beckon for me to come into the apartment, just like he used to do when it rained. But there was none of that. I knew which apartment was his and it was dark inside, like one had pulled black curtains over the window. It was dead black in there. No one was home. In my heart it was also black, because it was rotting without his love. Without nothing to fill it, my heart began to rot and turn as black as his apartment. It was cold and I was weaker than ever. Just to touch his face once more and to lay my head of his shoulder would not be enough. The only thing that could cure the black heart of mine was knowing he loved me again for real. Then my heart would be warm again. Settling on a bench in the park, my clothes wet throughout, I cried one more time for my misery, but then I restrained. Elsewise I knew I would cry forever. I began to sing a song, the song I'd heard on the radio ... "It's just one more day No said said There would be rain again Won't blame it on myself I'll blame it on the weatherman Get away for a while Here I am out on my own again Won't blame it on myself I'll blame it on the weatherman Standing on the shore Calling out your name I was here before I could see your face Only clouds will see Tears are in my eyes Empty like my heart Why'd ya say goodbye? The rain goes on (on and on again) The rain goes on (on and on again) The rain goes on (on and on again) Alone I can hear Hear our song Playing for me again Won't blame it on myself Just blame it on the weatherman Standing on the shore Calling out your name I was here before I could see your face Only clouds will see Tears are in my eyes Empty like my heart Why'd ya say goodbye? The rain goes on (on and on again) The rain goes on (on and on again) The rain goes on (on and on again) Maybe it's too late Maybe it's too late to try again Maybe I can't pray Maybe I can't wait Maybe I can't blame the weatherman The rain goes on (on and on again) The rain goes on (on and on again) The rain goes on (on and on again) Oh blame it on the weatherman." _________________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm never going to forget that look on her face when I left her standing there all by herself, her eyes watery, the tears forming behind lashes. Not one tear did fall. She's too strong for that. Instead they built up like a huge wall on a fortress. I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry that it had to be this way, but I don't have any feelings for you. Goodbye. I turned and was gone. And she just stood there watching me go, unbelieving I could do such a thing to her. I can't believe I did it either. I feel so bad about it, but what choice do I have? He says she will die if I stay with her. I will not let her die. How I want to hold her warm hands in my own again. How I long to be engaged in one of her hugs once more. How I wish I could kiss her just one more time. But I cannot. No. I cannot. Things had changed since she and I had gone our separate ways. I don't think I even realized that until later, though. Not until later when I looked back did I see the changes that her absence had on me. I became so artificial, I was never quite myself, for one. I became as cold as I was before she came to me and brightened my life. And last but not least, I always looked sad and struggling along. That was the most noticable change of all. I walked home from school one evening. It was pouring rain. Come to think of it, it had been raining the day I broke up with her. It had been a terrible rainstorm that day, as it was that evening. I opened my umbrella against the rain, the drenching rain everywhere. I looked around at the rainy world I lived in. Everything seemed so bleak and dreary that day, even since I woke up. In the morning it had not rained but there were grey clouds that covered the whole sky. It looked just like a grey blanket over the blue. The rain coming down thickened and I could not see very far becuase of it. Fog moved through the alleys and roads, weaving through like a treacherous snake. A mist came over everything to make a spooky feel. Yet it was so beautiful. I somehow like these rainy days, somehow. The pattering of the rain did nothing to soothe me, oddly. Most of the time I hear the rain and I feel calm and relaxed. But not today. I knew it was because I missed her. How could I not miss her? So beautiful, so kind, so loving, so caring. I missed her warm smile and her telephone calls and how she'd talk with me about everything. I missed the way she would run into the arcade and her face would light up whenever she saw me. I missed the way she would always turn to me to help her out. I missed the way she was, the way she lived, I missed her so badly. I held out my hand to feel the rain against my hand. It tingled as it hit because of the mist that mixed with it. I shivered a little. It was so cold. Colder than the night and colder than darkness. As I passed her house on route home, I frowned sadly. The lights were off in her room. I saw the bunny rabbit curtains part as the wind blew through them. The room was empty. Empty as everything else was in my life. The memory of her sad face as I broke up with her filled my heart and my world. I fell onto a bench, weeping so softly but nonetheless bitterly. It hurt without her. And I was so sure it hurt her without me. The look on her face told it all. The hurt burned up inside and it made me weep until I could cry no more. The rain on my face washed away my tears as I regained my composure and set forth again. The darkness was falling as I walked closer and closer home. Seeping into the world over the horizon, the darkness gave the whole rainy evening a very mysterious feel. Almost spooky, almost as if one expected to see a ghost on this night. I sure did. Even I felt unnerved now. "Don't worry, there aren't any ghosts," I told myself in a quiet whisper. I laughed at myself. Rain was still pouring down as I passed the park. Good, I was almost home. Finally. Now I could get out of the cursed rain into my dry apartment. I knew it was going to take forever to dry my wonderful green jacket. It was pretty wet, not soaked, but a little damp. But something compelled me to stop and take a stroll through this bit of nature in the heart of an urban wonderland. I held my umbrella over me and entered the park. The trees were wet on their branches, the beads of water on their leaves like a dew early in the morning before the sunrise. The grass was slick and bright green like an emerald. The bushes also were sprinkled with the rain. I made my way to the rose bushes, my feet brushing on the blades of fresh cut green grass. Roses always were my favorite flower. The roses had grown since I last saw them a week ago. The rain had made the color intensify greatly, and now they bloomed beautiful reds and whites and pinks. I smiled and plucked one delicate red blossom, twirling it in my fingers. But I was careful for the thorns. They hurt when they prick you. I inhaled the sweet scent that only a rose owns. I could feel the cool rain drops on my nose, tickling it as did the wonderous sense. I pulled my face from the flower to find two drops of water on my nose. Looking up at the sky, I beheld the sight of the rain coming down onto my face. It was beautiful. I was glad I had come to this park today in the rain. Gazing up still I saw again her face for the millionth time. A single tear trickled out from the corner of my blue eye. The teardrop and the raindrops hit as one, and I couldn't tell the difference. My one tear summed up all the tears the sky shed. Turning my attention to the rose again, I traced each petal with my finger. So soft, so delicate, so perfect. I brushed my lips against them and hoped to find comfort in the kiss. I knew that nothing could equal the comfort she gave to me. I threw the red rose to the ground and left it there. It was bringing back memories I had to forget. I heard singing as I walked to exit the park. Beautiful, haunting singing that I wanted to hear and wanted to shut out. The song it sang was killing me. It was bringing all the memories that I was trying so hard to forget. Us at her friend's temple, playfully teasing each other. A tickle fight in my apartment. A sweet kiss on my cheek as she dashed off to school in her cute uniform. A sobbing young girl buried in my shirt as she released all her problems. Me soothing her and kissing her forehead. It will be alright I promise, so don't cry. You look so pretty when you're happy, you know. Who was this singer, anyway? Either way, the song she sang hurt my soul. I had to find this singer. Had to stop her, before I went crazy and broke down right here in the middle of the park. Before I lost the cool composure that had taken me years to create. The rain was keeping me from the singer, I knew it was. But I had to find her. A voice in my head begged me to find her. I assumed that voice was my brain, so I looked out for her. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ I heard a voice in the distance, far away. Perhaps it was not so distant. Perhaps it only seemed that way. No matter. There was a voice, seeming to be struggling. With someone or something. I would have gotten up to help, but I was glued to my seat by some invisible force I could not stop. It was too powerful for me. I stayed and I continued to sing. I looked and I saw a figure. It seemed to be looking for someone or something, following a trail or a scent left behind. It shakily stumbled about in search for whatever it was looking for. The being was lost. As lost as I was. The figure came into focus ... and I knew him all too well. The perfect skin, the silky hair, and the famous green jacket. Those bright eyes that reached into my soul and could strip it of all the secrets it bore. The quirky smile that always took my breath away, including now as he stood wet and gasping before my very eyes. It was him. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ I held my umbrella high as I stumbled along searching for the owner of the voice. Yet I was still managing to get my green jacket wet. But I didn't care. The jacket was so trivial now. Nothing mattered more than keeping away from her. And I had to stop thinking about her. And I had to stop the singer because she brought my love back. And I'd been hiding it so well. I saw a bench ahead, and I could tell someone was sitting at the bench. And I could tell it was the singer by instinct, or some sort of knowledge I never knew I had. It was the singer either way. "Stop," I gasped as I fell towards the bench, the pleading tears filling my vision. The pleading tears begged her to stop. "Please don't sing anymore. Too many memories." She could not hear me. I brushed away the tears and they fell to the ground with the rain on that evening. My view cleared. And I saw the singer. I saw the long, gorgeous blond hair needing to be stroked. I saw the bright eyes that cheered up my bad days and haunted me as I dreamed under the moon and the stars. I saw the perfect, slender body and the gentle hands. The neat clothes. The perfectly painted fingernails. The haunting, sad face that filled my memory every heartbeat. It was her. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ We were just there staring at each other. No words were needed at such a pivotal, critical time. Silence is best sometimes. I watched his face longingly. Oh there he is. There he is. Oh you're so beautiful you know, the way that your bangs fall into your eyes and the shadows are cast off your face. I watched his face and the tears came to my eyes but they did not spill over. They would not have been noticed anyhow on my rain streaked face. I would not cry over him. No, not in front of him. I was too strong for that. I just sat on the bench watching him as he watched me. I stopped myself from reaching out to him. I just wanted to reach out and touch his hand and feel that rush of love that came through me when I was with him. But he could not feel the rush anymore, that was what he had told me. He said he did not love me. Goodbye, I'm sorry, he was gone. In a flash, in a blink, an instant. The touch would mean everything to me and nothing to him. I was too afraid to reach out ... He looked like he wanted to run away. He dropped the umbrella in shock and looked as if he were going to bolt away from me, but it fell silently and no other move was made. All was quiet except for the pattering of the rain and our breathing. In and out, in and out. I wanted to say something, anything, to turn him back to me, so we could hold each other. But he did not love me and nothing I said could change that. Nothing could bring him into my arms. Nothing could make him hold my hand. Nothing could make him look at me lovingly again. Nothing could change what he felt. No action, no words, no touch, nothing .... The thought made me turn away, and the tears finally came over, streaming down my face. But I was too strong to let him see them, too strong. I just turned away, gazing far away into the distance as the wet drops rolled down my face. Looking up into the sky at the rain coming down on us, I bit my lips sadly. I shielded my eyes from everything as the tears slid out again. He stepped closer to me, as if he wanted to comfort me. But somehow he knew nothing could make me better. Nothing but us being together. And we both knew that just wasn't going to happen. That was the way it was. We would remain separate souls for the rest of time. There he was on the other side of the world. Hello over there. Hello, hello. I knew I was never going to accept it but I was going to try hard to. My hair was wet and sliding out from the hairstyle it was in. I smoothed it out from behind my ears. The water fell off it and hit the seat of the bench. I glanced back at him. He stared at me with confusion, fear, and some other emotion I couldn't pinpoint. My lip was trembling spasmodically and my hands quivered. I was nervous about this meeting and at the same time excited to see him. My heart fluttered. He turned away, walking back to wherever he came from. My hopes all were dashed into nothing. Secretly I had a small glimmer of hope that he might say something or change his mind, but none of that happened. I sighed, my spirits fallen. I heard his feet brushing through the grass taking him home out of this treacherous rainstorm. I stifled a sob of total loss as the sound of his walk faded off. I looked behind me. His umbrella. It was still there. I stood from the bench and fell to my knees. I picked up the object and twirled it in my hands. Glancing up, I only saw his dim outline. Becoming darker and darker and leaving me behind once again. Farther and farther away. Goodbye once again. I stood with his black umbrella in hand and took off after him. "Wait!" I called as I neared him. He turned to me and stopped as he saw me coming. A faint smile came to my lips as I tried to not break down in front of him. "Please wait!" I cried. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ "You forgot your umbrella!" she said, holding up the umbrella. I had forgotten it. I took a step towards her, being careful. I had almost started to cry in front of her seconds ago. Luckily she had not seen the tears welling up in my eyes. She had turned away just in time. And then they came for the millionth time. She slowed as she came up to me, the umbrella waving over her. I noticed how soaked she was. Dripping wet, her clothes soaked throughout. Why hadn't she brought an umbrella herself? Normally, once, when things where how they should be, I would have walked her home under my umbrella. Why you're soaked, my sweet. Come on, I'll walk you home. Let's go. And she would grin and wrap both arms around me and kiss me sweetly like the angel she was. But no. She faintly smiled. Why? She stopped inches in front of me, holding out the object to me. I reached out and shakily grasped the handle, my fingers brushing against her own. She slid her hand away from the umbrella, seeing that I had it. She looked down briefly, then up into my eyes. I gasped seeing her eyes filled with water. Not rain water, either, the water of tears. The water shimmered, almost going over her lashes, but it did not. She stopped it from running down her cheeks. I knew she would not let me see her cry. "Thanks. So long," I said with my voice wavering. If I watched her much longer I'd break down. I moved to turn from her, but she grabbed my hand quickly and stopped me. My mind screamed at her to stop it. Let me go please before something bad happens. You know how it goes, mi amor. You have to be strong and hide your feelings, hide them behind the lashes, behind the curtains, behind eyes of crystal blue. Hiding away in the darkened corner. Ducking behind a midnight's shadow. My mind was begging but she could not hear its pleas. She would not let me go. I looked into her eyes to find the tears finally spilling over. How long had she held them in? They ran down her cheeks, collecting with the rain running on her face. I felt my heart melting before her inside me. I felt it melting like butter. The tears sprung to my eyes too .... "One last kiss before you go forever," she whispered. She leaned up and kissed my lips tenderly. Just a sweet simple kiss. When she let me go I could see the tears beaded at the corner of her eyes. She looked down and let go of my hand. She tried to blink all the tears away. She brushed my cheek with her hand, and a far away look came into her bright blue eyes. I could tell she was remembering all the times we had together. "Goodbye, my love," she rasped. She turned away. The end. That was it. Our last kiss, in the middle of the park with rain coming down around us. And both of us crying. I didn't want it to end this way. God I didn't want it to end this way. Please no, let there be another way. There has to be, there has to. Tell me, and I'll give you anything. Just let us be together. No, no, there is no way. I had no choice to let it end. My pain would be interminable and eat me alive but she would go on living. I hoped. I watched her go and the tears slid down my face. I fell to my knees sobbing. "I'm sorry ..." I whispered as I cried. The umbrella laid at my side, forgotten. "I'm sorry ... but there's no other way ... I wish there ... was but there's no other ... way." My words came in rasping and quiet between my loud sobs. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ I walked away, not even trying to stop the tears. It didn't matter. I had now lost him forever. Our last kiss was done and over, a memory, a shadow behind us. Goodbye. That was it. If he was going to say goodbye, so would I. I can't keep fighting. There was no more us. No more walks in the park, no more shakes at the arcade together, no more studying together in his apartment. Those days I knew were now forever gone. And I'd never be able to have back those days. I glanced back at him. And I couldn't believe what I saw. He was fallen to his knees crying softly. His head was buried into his hands as he cried. The umbrella was laying at his side, the rain beading on the top. I gasped watching him cry. "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... but there's no other way ... I wish there ... was but there's no other ... way," he said between his sobs. I backed away quietly, confused as to what he was saying. I watched him cry as questions rolled through my mind. Something was wrong, terribly wrong, and I had to find out no matter the cost, no matter if it hurt me or not. I had to know what was going on. Let me in on the secrets you hold. I knew that the wall would eventually crumble. Time to take action before it builds up again. "What ... what do you mean?" I asked quietly. "What are you talking about?" His head shot up and he looked right into my eyes. For the first time I saw real fear in his eyes. Fear of pain and of heartache. Fear of the inevitable. Fear of me even. Don't, said his eyes, don't even go there. Let it be. Let it be like you were letting it be before. You were even accepting it, now you have to fight. Oh why are you so stubborn, girl? The silence overcame us. He said nothing to respond to my question. He knelt before me, his wonderful blue eyes boring into my soul. The rain was still coming down around us. A breeze blew, the grass rippling in the park. Silence again. Oh the silence like when he walked away from me that day, walked out of the room and out of my life. Silence. "Tell me," I begged him. "Tell me .... tell me what's going on!" My voice sounded desperate. "I can tell what you're saying has something to do with us! So don't hide it! Just tell me! Please!" He said nothing. Did he know how much I needed to hear the truth? How much I needed to know? "What are you afraid of?" I said rather harshly. I fell to my knees in front of him. "What are you afraid of?" "No ..." he rasped, trying to stand and run away. I laid a hand on his shoulder softly. "Tell me!" I cried. The tears freshly flowed down my face. Having a life all their own. Down down running like a stream overflowed. "Tell me! I ... I have to know! I deserve to know! Tell me!" I was nearly screaming at him. "I'm afraid you'll die!" he cried, turning away. "That's what I'm afraid of!" I could see the tears running down his face, glistening with a light that was not there. He blinked his eyes sadly, and tears slipped from under his lashes. "What ... why ... I don't ... I don't understand," I rasped, stumbling for words confusedly. I didn't understand anything at all. Nothing had made sense for a while now. All a cluttered mess in my head. "Dreams ..." he whispered, fear in his eyes. "Dreams ... and a voice. The voice ... he says if we are together you will die. I see you die ... I see your body fly away from me in a fog ... into a darkness ... into oblivion ... your eyes haunting me like a ghost. I hear you scream ... screaming for me to save you but I can do nothing ... my body is frozen in place ... And it's more than a dream now. It feels more and more real each time ... like a glimpse into the future." He looked into my eyes. "And I can't let you die ... even if we must not be together ... you will survive. I won't let you die ... no matter what cost there is ..." He looked up into the sky at the rain coming down. His ebony hair, the color of midnight, fell into his eyes, shielding from my eyes the tears I couldn't see. "Now you know." It grew silent again. I hate the silence. I hate the cold silence that grows and swallows people alive, tearing apart their souls. That was happening to me right now as the pain set in. I had thought maybe that he was not going through any pain at all. Yeah right. Now I saw that he was going through as much pain as I was, if not more. My mind protested to what he said. That there was no way for us to be together. That we had no choice to be alone. That there was nothing we could do to stop it. My mind screamed out to protest, to find a way. There had to be a way. "I don't ... I don't care," I said quietly. He looked up. A startled look came over his eyes. I continued, "I don't care if I die, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that ... that I'm with you." "Listen to me!" he said in a sharp voice, like he was reprimanding a child. He grabbed my shoulders with both hands. "You have to stay away from me!" "No! I ..." "I don't want to see you die! I won't ever let you die! I won't *ever* let you die! *Ever*!" He broke down crying into his hands. His sobs racked his body as the rain fell around us. I reached out to him, pulling his body closer to me. He pulled away, stopping his crying long enough to jerk away from my touch. His eyes seemed so cold as they looked at me, like a knife in my heart. His look was of pain, ultimate sorrow and agony. "You go your way and I'll go mine ..." he said, his voice cracking at the pain of the thought. I reached out to him, but he shoved me away. How could I let him push me away, when I knew he loved me so? The tears silently ran their course down my cheeks. "No! No! No!" I flung myself into his arms desperately. He pushed me away once again. "No!" I screamed, scrambling to him. But he kept pushing me away from him. "Stop it!" he growled between gritted teeth. "Give it up, you can't ... there's no way." "No!" I cried in a voice hoarse from crying. I fell into him and wrapped my slender arms around him. Clinging to him, I said, "I'm not letting you go. I'm not letting you go now or ever." "Why are you always so stubborn?" "Please ... oh please no!" I started to cry but I wouldn't let him go. I was crying so hard, my thin little body shaking against his own. Protesting, no, no, no. Please no, don't do this to me again! I'll go *crazy* if we can't be with each other. Some thing in me rebelled against every shred of doubt I had ever had, and I hung onto him and I wouldn't let go. "Please ... stop it..." "No. No," I said. I looked up into his eyes, my own watering like a fountain. I gritted my teeth in pain. "Don't tell me that you've given up on us. You can't give up. The love we have ... it's so strong. You can't give up on it, and on us." I paused to take a breath. "Because together we can make it somehow. We have to try. We're not going to get anywhere without trying. We *have* to try, we have to! And we might have to fight but we're going to make it. We have to make it together, or not at all." I smiled for the first time in so long. A real smile. "Together we can do anything. Not even death can stop us. But you've got to ... you've got to believe in us. You've got to believe in me, and I've got to believe in you. And I do believe in you. I believe in you." I wrapped my arms around him more tightly and went on, "Do you ... do you believe in me?" I knew those words were not my own. Those words were from my heart. My pure heart spoke out every bit of love that I had for him. And if that couldn't convince him nothing could. "But ..." he began. I knew his mind was screaming no, leave her now so she can live, but there's always that little rebel inside us all that appears right in the nick of time, the little rebel that fights for what it knows is right and against all that oppose it. The little rebel that was his heart. "I know we can do it," I rasped. Rain slid down my pale face, dripping from my long golden hair. My wet clothes clung to my body, but I didn't care. I felt so warm. The heat of his body felt so good to me. I hadn't felt this way in so long. In eternity it felt like. How could I give this wonderful feeling up? I knew we could survive, together. I *knew* it. We were strong. We supported each other. We helped each other to grow strong, to reach the top. That's what love's all about, and in that case we had the strongest kind of love that there was. How could he not believe in what we had? In our love? In our beauty? He had to believe. He had to, he just *had* to! Please believe in us! Please believe! I sniffled slightly and held myself to him. My body was shaking so badly, trembling like a dying leaf in the autumn. He laid a hand on my back, as if he were trying to still me. It was a gentle caress, but yet my entire body slowly relaxed under his one hand. It made me realized how much I actually needed his touch. That was how special he was, no matter what he did, in it he always showed love for me. That was something in him that had always drawn me to him. "I need you ..." I whispered under my breath. "You need me. Together we will thrive and become strong. Please ..." I breathed out and felt his heart beating softly. I listened and relaxed against him. It grew silent again. But it was a very different silence than before. In this silence my hope was growing. My hope grew and grew and bubbled over. And as the hope grew it pushed out all the pain I'd had for so long now. All the pain was pushed away as the hope grew and the silence echoed. He smiled at me, my words sinking in. I was right and he knew it. He knew it. He knew that together we could make it. Maybe before he didn't really look into his heart well enough. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was something else that stopped him from realizing it before. "I believe in you." I felt relief flood my being. I let out my breath. I didn't know I'd been holding it. "We can make it. But only together." I laid my head on his shoulder. "I love you. I love you. And our love will make us strong enough to conquer anything." "I love you." He cupped my head in his hand. The gentle, loving touch sent electricity rushing through me. Could he feel it too? I bet he could. He'd felt it all along. "I'm ... I'm sorry. I'll never doubt us again, I promise." "You never did doubt, I think. I think you were afraid, but I don't think you ever did doubt us." I smiled at him broadly. Then a burst of joy overcame me as I realized he was back. He was back. Joyful tears clouded my eyes. In a burst of gladness, I pulled myself to him, kissing his mouth passionately with all the love I'd kept stored inside me since the beginning of time. When our lips met it was like heaven, like every thing I had ever achieved was for this moment. I kissed him, and I was the happiest girl in the universe. My hands slid to hold around his neck, pulling my body as close to his as deemed possible. I could feel his hands running up and down my back. He was driving me wild. The kiss deepened and deepened, like it would never end. And I never wanted it to end. A rush went through me as I felt our bodies pressed closely against each other. I moaned with happiness. Sparks all over. This was love for sure. The kiss was broken, and I laid my head on his shoulder again. "I love you, I love you, I love you," I whispered softly and erotically in his ear. He gently kissed my neck. I laid against him feeling happier than ever in my entire life. "I love you, my Princess," he whispered in mine. I could feel hot tears running down his cheeks with joy at the moment. This moment we'd both been waiting for forever. Like a ripple love flowed through us from our hearts all the way out to the ends of our fingers. Then he pulled my lips to his again for another passionate kiss, this one even deeper than the first. My arms wound around his neck again, pulling my body to press against his chest. His hands slid up my body, which tingled from his touch. A soft groan escaped my lips as I felt his kisses driving to my soul. I held him close as we kissed. I'd never let him go. His arms around me, mine around him, our lips sealed together as one. We knelt together in the park, our love renewed once again, though in truth it never had broken. And the rain poured down around us. Let it rain Let it rain Let your love rain down on me Let it rain Let it rain Let it rain, rain, rain. ___________________________________________________________________________ So did you like it? I had alot of fun writing it. It took a while for me to finish it because of a huge writers block. (I *hate* those!) I had an emotional rush at the end so it turned out very ... well, emotional. I also decided that my other 2 stories haven't had too much romance so I had to make up for it in this one. :) I was going to insert a few kinky little jokes (Did I turn him on or something?) but that would kinda ruin the whole effect I thought. More stories are coming ASAP! I'm working on like 3 other stories right now and tying them up. It's taken a while ... a long while. One I'm super excited about ... totally different than all my other stories. It's a romance/mystery. As I said, it's different. I think everyone will like it! Again, my e-mail is bluwyndfaerie@hotmail.com and I do appreciate comments very much! Even bad comments (too wordy, stupid, I fell asleep, made no sense, mushy, etc)! So e-mail me! Thank you all 4 reading this again!