Requested by @kaipie-ami98 I love you. I hope you like this! I sort of wrote the last 2K in 2 hours, half asleep. Call me out on any sort of mistake, I owe you that lol. Also I might have changed it up a bit too much… Sorry~
A normal rainy day. Dark, foreboding clouds, accompanied by
a stray ray of sunshine here and there, a grey blanket covered the sky.
Slightly chilly, slightly damp from the humidity, people walked around with
umbrellas, raincoats and everything they needed to protect themselves from the
rain and the damp chill. It was gloomy, but on the windows where the raindrops
raced each other down to the sill, it looked like a refreshing change from the
same sunrays beating down on the glass, piercing through, amplifying the
brightness as it entered the room.
A normal rainy day. Classes droned on, the teachers at the
boards writing down notes, lecturing the class, new terms thrown around just as
any other day, new concepts raining down on the students as hard as the rain
outside the classroom, the children’s faces as grim as the sky outside, dull
and grey. The same pencil scratched away at a new page in the same notebook.
Nothing had changed. The scene was the same as before, the same as a few days
ago when y/n wasn’t the only one staring out of the window, when y/n wasn’t the
only one being prodded at by the teacher for not listening in class, when y/n
wasn’t one who would reflect the rainy weather, tears streaming down her cheeks
It was no normal rainy day. After all, y/n was once again
alone. After all, y/n was left behind while he moved on and away. The rainy
days were her favourite, once upon a time. Maybe not anymore… It reminded her
of her time together with him. Warm afternoons under the blankets, lulled to
sleep by the pelting of raindrops against the windows in each other’s arms.
That was her favourite thing about the rainy days. He made great hot chocolate
too, she remembers. She remembers how the warm cup felt as her hands wrapped
around it carefully. She remembers the aroma that wafted from the hot dark
endearing brown liquid, and how it smelled like home, warmth, love and
rain had recently changed from a light drizzle to big fat drops, but
the air was still warm. Regina was slightly worried as she peered
through the window at the rapidly darkening sky.
She stepped out
into the backyard and watched Emma and Henry silently from under her
umbrella. They were jumping and laughing together. The rain only seemed
to spur on their excitement. For a moment, Regina’s heart clenched in
joy as she thought about how much it had taken to get to this point with
Emma and Henry and their trust in her. She trusted them as well, and as
testament to that was the fact that she allowed Henry to get a
In response to the complaint, that Henry didn’t spend
enough time outside, he said it was boring. So with Emma’s insistence
and reassurance that it was perfectly safe, Regina let him get a
trampoline. Though, as she watched the blonde thirty year old bounce
merrily, her golden curls flying in the wind, she couldn’t help but
wonder if the trampoline was more for Emma than Henry.
it’s raining, and it’s time to go inside and read your history book for
an hour,” Regina called out to catch her son’s attention. He stopped
jumping and turned around. His shoulders heaved like he was about to
protest, but Emma caught his eye and his shoulder’s slumped.