this is just the end of my day and my felings told in story form.

She sat staring at the streams of tears that poured over the windows of the car. Shifting herself slightly, the head in her lap rolled and snorted before settling again and she looked down at the thin fuzz of hair for a moment. Heaving a sigh she laid her head back against the seat and stared once again through the misty windows into the cold windy night as the movie from her mini player droned on. She wished it would get over so she could go home, she wanted to crawl into bed, she wanted to crawl into a hole, she wanted to crawl away from here, never to be obsessed over again.

More and more each day she went from tolerating him to wanting to slap him hard enough to send him reeling off the face earth, plunge him into the deepest pits of her sorrow and fear of him. Lose him in her pain, never to be heard from again.

He refused to go away, he refused to give up and refused to accept that she would never want him. She knew if she pushed back against him to hard he would snap, she wasn’t sure how to disentangle herself from him without things turning ugly. The rain told her it may be impossible to avoid tears. He was far to fixated.

Still she wasn’t out of plans.

Her only option was to become to busy....to find a boyfriend and become to busy to be around. It was her best hope of gaining distance without him going off the deep end. She needed help, she needed to not be alone, for even skilled lonewolves cannot fight all and everyone on their own. She needed a kind boyfriend to keep her busy. Restraining orders were far to easily ignored and she would still be alone. The damage, if he snapped, would still be done.

Perhaps the wind would deafen her cries. Perhaps the rain would mask her tears.

At least tonight it muted his mind.

At least for a moment she could dream of cloudless blues skies and wings bigger then all their souls combined.

The wind told her it was all so fragile, the trees told her even she could be afraid.

The movie ended and she gave him a sharp shove in the back. He grunted and whined but didn’t move so she shoved him again and reached over to pick up the player, the wind louder then ever. Finally he got up and she stated she needed to go to bed. For once he didn’t argue to loudly.

The wind whistled as she stepped out of the car and clutching her arms around herself it picked up and gave her a hard shove toward the door of her apartment.

Perhaps she had some help and a friend after all.

Perhaps there would be some lift under her wings yet.

rest gently Storm