Bad Together

• | 9 | • Chrysalism

DEFINITION | the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm

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Rosalie Jenkins

The thunder and lightning still hadn't seized, making the diner 10 times more quiet than usual.

In a way it was good because I got to stare out of the window and listen to the rain crashing down against the glass. All I wanted to do now was to curl up in a blanket and stay there until it stopped.

But I couldn't. I had a job to do, a job I didn't want to lose.

Every loud roar of thunder reminded me of a argument, the crackling release of built up tension that I understood perfectly.

Thunder was like a reset button. The rain washing away all the wrongs that needed to be forgotten but never lost.

Nature was beautiful but could be cruel at times but I loved it.

I remember when I was 9 years old, my mom and I were staying at her friends house who owned a house by a lake a few minutes out of town. I wondered through the thick trees and stumbled across something.

My memory from that day isn't sharp but I could clearly remember seeing a man and his son overlooking the lake with their backs facing me.

My 9 year old self was terrified because there shouldn't have been anyone else here but me, my mom, her friend and his son.

I remember running back to the house but I didn't quite know how to get back so I took some wrong turns.

I ended up behind the house, a place that I was told not to go. But you can't blame me for staying there, I was scared, lost and crying.

But my curiosity got the best of me as I looked around the area that was out of bounds. There was nothing.

Well now looking back at it, there must have been something because I remember getting told off by my mom for going back there.

Deep down I knew I was missing something. Something important but I couldn't quite pin point it.

For years I had dreamt about that day over and over again. I tried to remember what I saw, what I found but nothing came to my mind.

It was erased from my memories I knew that, it was just hidden.

I was so lost in my day dream that I didn't hear the door open, the loud bell ringing through the almost empty diner.

In a panic, I grab the first menu I set my eyes on and look up to see who just walked in. Shit don't drop it.

"How May I—." I stop myself mid-sentence as I look into the familiar silver eyes of Lucifer.

He was standing there with his hair wet, messily hanging over his eyes and his face glossy with a sheen coat of rain. There were several droplets of water sitting on his eye lashes, making it look darker. His lips were pulled to one thin line like they usually were.

"Hello Rosalie" My name rolls out of his lips effortlessly as he swipes his hand through his damp, wet hair.

I sucked in a harsh breath, straightening my back that I had slouched against the counter ledge a second ago. I found myself gripping onto the menu for dear life.