11Story the Second: In the Rain
A/N: Right, I said I'd get around to writing people's stories, and I am! It's just taking me a while...
The requester: Mirabella.
The inspiration: A fantasy romance. A tragic scene with a dying warrior and his love.
So it didn't turn out exactly as stated, but oh well, I rather like it.
"Don't be ridiculous," she whispered, "You'll pull through." She inspected the wound with a practiced eye as the rain hammered down, hiding her tears. Her thin frame shook, not just from the cold – she was frozen to the bone – but from misery and grief. She knew her love was about to die, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
She knew this would happen one day, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. The warrior struggled to get up, saying that he had to continue fighting, but she pushed him back down every time, stronger than him for the first time in her life. She lay her hands on the gaping wound in his chest, ignoring his pained grimace even though it hurt her to see him like this. Soft blue light flowed from her palms and into the wound, and it began to heal. Beads of sweat formed on her brow only to be washed away by the rain.
She felt that the weather reflected how she felt at that moment. If it were not for the rain, there would be tears flowing down her cheeks to drop to the ground, dark spots on the dry earth. Her heart felt like it had been ripped from her chest, and deep down she knew there was nothing she could do to help the man she loved. The wound had barely healed at all, and every second he was losing more blood. She wiped the tears from her eyes, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. He was slipping away, and there was nothing she could do.
She lifted his torso from the ground and into her lap, stroking his hair with a gentle hand while he muttered nonsensical words and phrases, delirious from the blood loss. He didn't notice her shaking hands or her whispered words of love. Soon enough he stopped breathing, but the woman was rooted to the spot.
She cried out in pain, and the rain poured down harder, mingling with the tears that flowed from her puffy red eyes. Clinging to the body in her arms, she sobbed until there were no more tears.
She hadn't even told him she loved him.