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31_days2012-12-06 03:40 pm
[6 December] [Switched at Birth] A storm is going to hit tonight
Title: A storm is going to hit tonight
Day/Theme: December 6 - Dressed in wine
Series: Switched at Birth
Character/Pairing: Bay/Zarra
Rating: G
Zarra,
They say a storm is going to hit tonight.
Will you get caught in the rain? I imagine you, in the middle of it all, dancing and laughing, screaming at the weather gods that they can never get you, never hurt you, never break you down.
I imagine you a lot these days.
Painting with you, not just outside, but also inside. Painting with no one else around, dressed in paint and colours and love and wine, painting with nothing else on our minds but you and me; you, me and the canvas.
I miss you.
Laughing with you, feeling like nothing in the world matters, like nothing matters more than what we are doing right now. Laughing our cares away, laughing all our thoughts away, being happy in the moment.
Life is different without you.
Bleaker, like you’ve taken part of my colour pallet with you. Quieter, as if a part of me is always reaching, always straining to hear what you are hearing. Lonelier, because without you it is harder to be me.
I wish I knew where to send this letter.
But tonight, when the storm hits, I’ll go outside. I will stand in the rain and the wind. I will brace myself; I will hold my arms high until a gust takes my letter away from me. I will let go as the raindrops touch my fingers.
And I will believe it will take these words to you.
The wind will find you.
Love,
Bay
Day/Theme: December 6 - Dressed in wine
Series: Switched at Birth
Character/Pairing: Bay/Zarra
Rating: G
Zarra,
They say a storm is going to hit tonight.
Will you get caught in the rain? I imagine you, in the middle of it all, dancing and laughing, screaming at the weather gods that they can never get you, never hurt you, never break you down.
I imagine you a lot these days.
Painting with you, not just outside, but also inside. Painting with no one else around, dressed in paint and colours and love and wine, painting with nothing else on our minds but you and me; you, me and the canvas.
I miss you.
Laughing with you, feeling like nothing in the world matters, like nothing matters more than what we are doing right now. Laughing our cares away, laughing all our thoughts away, being happy in the moment.
Life is different without you.
Bleaker, like you’ve taken part of my colour pallet with you. Quieter, as if a part of me is always reaching, always straining to hear what you are hearing. Lonelier, because without you it is harder to be me.
I wish I knew where to send this letter.
But tonight, when the storm hits, I’ll go outside. I will stand in the rain and the wind. I will brace myself; I will hold my arms high until a gust takes my letter away from me. I will let go as the raindrops touch my fingers.
And I will believe it will take these words to you.
The wind will find you.
Love,
Bay
