She stood in front of him, her arms limp at her sides, head turned up so she could look at his face. She was terrified of storms, but the distant sound of thunder around them didn't seem to earn even a sliver of her attention. It was drizzling, and he could see the small droplets of rain roll down her face and dampen her long auburn hair. He looked into her caramel eyes, ones he had looked into countless times before. Drops of rain fell onto her eyelashes, mixing with the tears she had so desperately tried to hide. She failed. He had seen her at her happiest, he had seen her at her most vulnerable, had watched her eyes swell with love at the sight of sunrises and baby kittens and him. So many times had he expected her lips to form the words, he'd waited so long to hear her small voice, so soft and delicate, say them. She never did, but she didn't have to. She looked at him in the way she had looked at all the things she thought most important to her, but with a hint of something else. A look so strong there was no missing the meaning. She seemed to feel things with a much stronger intensity than most, and he'd enjoyed experiencing her feelings all these months, but not more than he was enjoying this. Not even close.
She said nothing. He took a step forward, ignoring her slight shuffle backwards. They were toe to toe, not the closest they'd ever been. She was tense and flinched away from him when he reached his hand to push a lock of damp hair behind her ear.
Finally, she spoke. Her voice was meek and weak and so littered with shock and hurt and disbelief that all that escaped her lips was a stutter. It almost made him smile.
"Wh- I don't- How could you -."
His hand held the side of her face lightly, like he'd done so many times. Only this time, she didn't seem to want it.
"Shh." His smiled was delicately vile. He moved closer, their wet bodies warm against each other. "I never asked for you to trust me. That was your idea." He leaned down, so close that his lips brushed her ear as he spoke. His voice was low and as soft as a cloud, and with a small chuckle he said, "Remember this the next time you stupidly decide to trust anyone ever again."
The rain fell harder, the thunder grew louder, and without a care in the world, he left her standing in the middle of it all.
