She looked into the horizon and her heart stalled in her chest. He was back, bringing with him the usual storm. It had been a while since he had rained down on, nearly drowning her.
That day, she floated unconscious in the sea until a kind sailor came to her aid. He scooped her up and asked no questions and took her far away. He made her healthy again, in the shade on a sandy island. There, they were all the other needed.
She had almost forgotten the boy with the storm. She had prayed he's never find her. She didn't want the sailor asking questions. She just wanted to live happy, and free from the clouds.
As the grey clouds gathered, and the storm came closer, she remembered the joy she felt, dancing in the rain. But she was smarter now. And she knew that it was all temporary joy, and she'd have to live with a cold for another month. So as the storm drew near, she fought her instincts, and stayed inside, watching the clouds from behind clear glass.
He stopped on the shore. Like her knew what she'd done, the life she had chosen. In the wind, he howled his disapproval, but he couldn't shake her resolve. She was warm, safe, and dry, snuggled up in the cabin just within the tree line.
His storm raged on for days, demanding her presence. But when it was clear that she'd never come back, he started to fade. Soon the sky turned from black into grey. And after a day or so, grey faded to blue. Before she knew it, she had forgotten there was a storm at all, distracted by the sanctuary of her peaceful island home.
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