PART 3: THUNDERSTORM

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CAN POV:

"Stay with me, Can"

She said my name.

We can't tear our eyes away from each other.
I want to hold her but when I touched her before she slipped out of my grasp.

Before I can say anything, there is a huge clap of roaring thunder. She jumps and her eyes grow large and wild, darting around.
A white spear of electricity illuminates the sky.

What perfect timing! This is how I feel inside my body right now

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What perfect timing!
This is how I feel inside my body right now. Thunderbolts and lightning jolting my heart back to life like a defibralator machine.
It's like the Cosmos and the Universe is in tune with our emotions.

I instinctively reach out to her but she raises her hand to her chest...Pressing in on herself. Her heart must be racing too.

"Sanem...It's OK." I speak soft and low.

There's talking behind us...
Then everyone is moving.
She darts past me and I think she's going inside but then she stops at the doors and looks up at the sky.

There's another rumble of thunder and I watch her mouth. She's counting.
"Can bey.."
JJ is calling me so I have to leave her.

"Go inside!" I gently touch her arm and then go to help.

Between us we clear the garden of tables and chairs, pillows and cushions and store them in a garage to the side.
The clouds are rolling past now and the rain begins to fall.
Muzzo and JJ laugh and scream about it, happy to run back inside the house before getting too wet.

I like being outside and feel excited by the energy crackling around me. My skin tingles where the cold rain drops down it and I get goosebumps. That hasn't happened in a while...at least I know that I'm alive again.
I'm out of breath when I make my way back inside.

I want to check on Sanem but I think JJ has already gone to find her.

My father has made tea and now that we're all inside he says goodnight and retires to bed.
I then hear JJ calling for her.
Panic in his voice.

"Sanem.. Sanem.. Where is she?"

He's going from room to room calling her name.

"She'll be hiding somewhere."

I curse myself... I should have stayed with her.

JJ goes to get his coat talking about checking her work place.

"Where... I'll go!!!" I can't stand still.

He points to the corner of the garden...across the bridge and the breakfast patio through a gate and down some steps.

I run back outside... Across the now wet grass. Another roll of thunder and another streak of lightning help me find my way in the darkness.

The storm is close now. overhead.
I hear the sound of bells and realise its windchimes blowing in the air.

SANEM POV:

This little brick out-house and courtyard have been my safe place for the past 6 months.
I created it..

Solid walls keep me safe. No one can get in.

It looks nothing from the outside.
A grey flint wall and a tiled roof. Nothing special. Nothing of any interest to anyone in there...cold steps lead down and down...
Yet inside... It's beautiful.
A private space full of colour, flowers and scents. Music and laughter and dancing.
My secret passions are kept down here...
In this place...
I think.
I feel.
I love.
I write.
I cry....

I feel different tonight...
Jumpy...not exactly scared but alert, alive. Excited.

It's HIM. His energy. His sheer presence. He's back and everything will be alright.

I didn't take my medication.
It numbs the pain but also numbs my senses... And when I saw him standing there...whatever I thought it would feel like. It was not.
Its like how you feel better when you listen to a really sad song. You remember the pain... But you also remember the happiness. The good stuff!
Because you can't have one...without the other.

The rain is harder now. Slamming down on the concrete floor and rivers of water are forming.
I can't keep still. I pace around trying to keep warm.
My white dress is stuck to my body.
My hair is wet and I remember another night like this...with him.
In his garden standing under sprinklers...we kissed and it was like being in heaven...

I can't help laughing...and I bring my fingers up to my mouth. I can still feel it.
The windchimes in the trees are making music and I can't help myself.
I stretch my arms out, emege from the doorway of my shelter and I lift my face to the sky.
Do your worst because I have survived.
I am no longer afraid of you!!!

CAN POV:

I'm frantic. I'm back one day and already she is everything. Back here in this moment.. In her orbit again...and I'm a wreck at the thought of her being afraid, scared and alone.
I'm supposed to protect her when the Thunderstorms come. Me. Only me!

I'm hot and cold.

The gate is there and I open the latch. Stone steps lead me down and as another lightning flashes I take in my surroundings.
In that few seconds of light, I see her... But I think I'm dreaming. Then its dark again.
Was she dancing in the rain?

I beg for another glimpse and my prayers are answered by another bolt showing her to me. Arms up, face to the sky. Her eyes are closed but she is smiling. Her body is fully outlined to me in her soaked white dress.

I'm transfixed...watching her defy the weather.
Suddenly as if she knows I'm there, her head turns and her eyes open...her arms drop slowly back to her sides.

I'm breathing so hard.

Our clothes are stuck to our skins and I'm imagining that she can see as much of me as I can of her.

Standing before me is a woman.. Not a young girl anymore.
This year has changed her. She's always been a confusing mix of contradictions that made my head spin...
I see intense pain and yet hedonistic passion.
Childlike innocence yet a sexual siren.
Brave and Bold yet wary.

She asked me to stay with her.
I close the distance between us and gather her into my arms.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... I ran away and I should have stayed."

I'm glad its raining as I'm crying again and so is she...I can feel the difference between the warm tears coming down her cheeks.

I kiss them into my mouth. Salty and sweet.
She turns her head to capture my lips with hers...our wet mouths sliding together creating a heat which I thought I'd never feel again...
Our body heat is rising and I imagine steam must be coming out of my ears...

Her hands are in my hair pulling it through her fingers.. Gripping it like she'll never let go.
I get goosebumps again!
This time is so much better...
We pull apart, panting and she moves her hands to my neck then down to my chest. She looks in my eyes and simply says...

"We need to talk now."

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