Bright light danced through the room and then the sound of thunder rolled right after.
The storm was bearing down on her and she felt the weight of it on her soul.
She dreamed her days away. Thinking about him. Wondering about him. Wishing he would do this or that.
Her courage fled in the face of trying to tell him how she felt
Her fear was to find out he did not feel that way about her.
Then he would leave.
Her body ached for his touch.
Lips tingled with the desire to touch his.
The lightning flashed again, lighting up the worry lines between her eyebrows.
The tightness in her chest seemed to grow and as one lone tear rolled down her cheek she whispered to the storm as it raged above.
"I would kiss you in the middle of a lightning storm. I would kiss you knowing it would kill me, cause I'd rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like."
The thunder shook the windows as if echoing her statement.
The tears fell like the rain.
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