It's okay - Originalshipping

It's okay

It were heavy raindrops that fell against the window.
The mother looked outside, a cup of tea in her hands, her eyes gazed at the fog, caused by the raindrops. There was a lightning, and then a thunder.

Little puddles have already formed on the earthy path, leading to the house on the left. She reminisced when the boys were younger and used to jump around in the little spots of water, after the rain has stopped.
A small and sad smile adorned her tired face.

She couldn't deny that it hurt. Yet she also had to say that she did have faith. In both of them.

They are competent and capable, and as long as they are together, no harm can happen to them.

Another bright lightning, another loud thunder.

He was always scared of thunders and would always come crawling into her bed during nightly thunderstorms. He always did, apart from the one storm when the other one slept over. She had expected him to come over to her room, but he didn't, and instead, she found him cuddled up next to the other one on his bed.
Of course she never told them that she had seen them.

The wind is so strong, all the trees and flowers and even the grass bend. Up there, the wind must be just as strong, if not even stronger.
She knew he would never tell her how the weather really is up there, but the truth is, she has already heard from others. And they all would have told her that she should consider coming to terms with him being gone. All, except one. One promised her to find him.
And he did. He found him, and he was probably laying at his side, right then, cuddling, like when they were little,

He regularly tells her about how he is, what he is doing, and that he won't come down. One day, he will come back to you, he said once, and, as much as she would like to say the same, she is not sure. He will come back, eventually, that much she believes in, too. But she also believes that he will be the one he'll come back to, and that makes the hurt a little bit less painful. It's still there, and she can't fully hide it, but she tries, because she knows they both are happy, and the boy shouldn't feel guilty that one day, when he comes back, he will come to him and not to her. 

And then the day came. And it is fine. She is fine. It's a relief, really, when he stands in front of her, smiling weakly, now so tall, she has to look up to him. Her heart is pounding so hard, her eyes just let out the tears and her arms wrapped around him so tight. He smells fresh, like soap, and she knows that he indeed has come back to him.
And it is okay.

After all, it has always been the two.
Red and Blue.

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Welp, another short thing from me, I guess.
I was again inspired by reallife, this time it was the weather.

And yes, I was procrastinating (again), but instead of ignoring my unfinished Fanfictions, I needed a distraction from studying maths.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this short little thing. :)

Smell ya!