Closing her eyes as she rest her head against the back of the bench in the gardens of Serenity, Demetria let out a small exhale and tugged her arms around herself. She had always found it funny that regardless of how drab the hospital could be at times, there were still some things that caught her off guard; which was the beauty that the garden held. Feeling at a complete tranquillity was the feeling that always possessed her heart when the fresh air collided with her skin and whilst Demi was not free, she felt free. Taking in the sun as she tilted her head back lightly, her eyes widened in surprise at the sound of a roaring crash; completely disrupting her relaxation.
Jumping up off of the wooden seat as a tide of rain came falling down to the floor, the brunette darted for the figure who - somehow - luckily had an umbrella with them. In an attempt to protect her hair and makeup, Demetria barely even looked at the silhouetteto see who it was before barging her way under their rain-shield. âLet me under, now!â
Jackson was standing under the tree where he and Demetria had first spent time together when he had arrived at Serenity. She was his first real friend in the hospital and he couldnât be more glad that his own intoxicated stupidity hadnât ruined that and they were doing better than ever. Though in saying that, it seemed like it had been such a long time since he had even seen her.Â
Before heading out into the garden, Jackson had asked one of the staff members whether the weather was supposed to stay nice for the whole day but was thankfully warned of an incoming thunder storm that was likely to hit. In preparation he took an umbrella outside with him though he had no plans to keep it up - or to continue standing underneath a tree - if he saw even a hint of lightning.Â
When the rain finally started he quickly raised the object above his head, allowing the heavy drops of water to roll off the side and for him to stay perfectly dry. It was incredibly peaceful just standing and listening to the pitter patter on the fabric. His days had been so full of nothing recently. Jacksonâs mind was clogged with darkness and a heavy feeling that overpowered his every waking motion. It never lightened and made him feel as if he was chained to his bed, making it more and more difficult to get up every day. He was so isolated from everyone but the noise of the rain seemed to drown out the noise in his mind, even if just for a short while.Â
It was only a few moments before suddenly he was thrown from his own world by a small girl powering towards him and pushing her way under his umbrella. He didnât even have to be paying attention to know who it was straight away. âSteady on, Demetria. You only have to ask,â he replied, raising the umbrella to give her plenty to get under. Though he no longer felt the need to say it, he was still incredibly honoured that he was the only one she let use her full name.Â














