Challenge: Vanilla #12 - A Storm
Word Count: 100
Summary: Arkadiy hates the rain.
Notes: I wasn't expecting to write this, but first Coldplay's Yes came on, then Fair To Midland's Walls of Jericho and this just appeared - where it came from I have no idea... The person he's thinking of isn't Kse (last seen shooting him in the shoulder because, hey, he deserved it), but is probably the first person he's actually fallen in love with...
Incidentally, is anyone else suddenly horribly inspired by random music on their playlist? :s
The rain pounded against the roof. He stared down at his legs - not his legs, but still his legs, for his sins - and thought of the storm.
If she'd said yes he wouldn't be alone, here, in the rain.
She'd said no. No, Captain Olenov. I'm your doctor, it wouldn't be right.
She'd said no.
He hated the rain, always had, hated to be alone in it. Never had to be, before, in the army.
Hours later, the rain abated. The sun crept out and bathed the house in golden light.
There was always tomorrow. Maybe then she'd say yes.