Rainbows after Hurricane

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Song of the chapter/ I want to hold your hand by The Beatles

Dianna and Zach's relation were one of those relations where there were no awkwardness, and hesitations. She would share everything with him and it was the same with Zach. Although, she never told him about her crush on Asher, not because she felt he couldn't understand—because, she didn't want to put Zach in that situation. She didn't want to ruin Zach and Asher's friendship.

Dianna had vowed to herself that she would tell Zach everything about her feelings for Asher when he will feel the same for her, though that opportunity never came.

Now, as Dianna is standing outside Zach's house, she doesn't know how to face him. What should she say to him? 'Cause nothing can make the pain he felt when he lost Ashley and his unborn baby go away.

Taking a deep breath, she lightly knocks on the door, partly hoping he won't open the door and partly hoping he would.

After a few seconds, the door opens and Zach greets her with a wide yet a confused grin. "Hey! Dianna," he says, looking her up and down. "Have you been crying?"

Those four words and Dianna flung herself over Zach's arms, tears raining down her face as she buries her face on his chest, wetting the front of his fabric.

Zach brings his hand around her waist, and guides her inside the home, kicking the door close. Once, they are in the living room, he makes her sit on the sofa and pats her back, soothingly.

                  "Dianna, what happened? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?" Zach asks, concern wrapping each word that came out from his mouth.

                  "Zach!" she whimpers, raising her head to wipe the tears off her face, before meeting his eyes. "I talked with Asher."

Zach doesn't speak anything, and keeps looking at her with an unreadable expression.

Dianna continues. "He told me....everything. About Ashley and," her throat constricts, "and your....baby."

Zach sucks in a deep breath; a pained expression etches across his face as the muscle in his jaw clenches.

                  "I am sorry, Zach. I am so sorry." Dianna murmurs, needing to say those words even though she is not at fault.

Zach's head whips around to look at her with a frown. "Why are you saying sorry?"

                 "Because," Dianna sniffs. "I should have been there for you Zach. As your sister, I should have been there for you when you needed me the most—but—I was not there....I was," she chokes, swallowing the lump in her throat, "I was happy and enjoying my life...when...when you were not."

Zach wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her so she can lean her head on his shoulder whilst he rubs her arm up and down soothingly. "Don't cry, Dianna. It was not your fault. We didn't inform you. At the time, I thought it was for the best but now," he sighs, hooking a finger under her chin, he tilts her head so she is facing him, and continues, "I should have told you sooner. I am sorry."

                   "No, Zach, I get it why you couldn't tell me. It must have been hard for you. I can't even imagine how you—" she trails off, wincing as the thought of the unborn baby crosses her mind. "Why didn't you tell me...about the baby?"