#notthemasterofmymind

She promised she'd never leave. And when she makes a promise, she always keeps it. No matter what. -- She tried to let him know she was there in little ways. She'd sit on the bed next to him when he was sleeping, brushing her hand across his cheek or his forehead when he seemed to be plagued by a nightmare, leaning down to kiss him lightly when he was sitting alone somewhere, lacing her fingers with his when he walked somewhere. But he never seemed to notice. He never seemed to know that he was right there and she could see how much her death was hurting him and she'd do anything to let him know that she was there with him all the time. It wasn't until the first storm after her death that he finally noticed. In a way, it was luck, but at the same time, it was heartbreak. Sometimes Heartbreak just seems to help things move along. -- He hated when it rained. The thunder and lightning always scared him, but he was always OK when she was there with him, holding him and just talking to him. But she wasn't there anymore. So he just sat outside, letting the rain plaster his hair and clothes to his skin and hoping that maybe, if he sits here long enough, if he waits through the hate, she'll come back and tell him to come inside and dry off. He thinks for a moment it worked-he can feel someone's arms around him, but when he looks, no one's there. So he keeps sitting outside in the rain. It's only when he closes his eyes for a moment-imagining her there,perhaps, that he hears her. "Master, you should go inside...you'll catch a cold if you stay out here." His eyes snap open, and he turns quickly enough for his brown eyes to meet her gray ones. He finally saw her. "..Tala..." -- The moment he says her name, she can't keep the smile from crossing her lips. "You see me...you finally see me!" On instinct, she moves to stand, her feet floating a few inches above the ground as she does. If he notices-though he doesn't seem to-he doesn't mention it. She doesn't mention it, instead gently tugging him up to stand, wrapping an arm around him on instinct as she leads him back inside. "Why were you out in the rain, love? You...always hated it..." Something clicks in her mind-he somehow knew or hoped that she'd come back if he did it. She wasn't back entierly-she was still nothing but a ghost, not solid and not seen by anyone until now, but she was still there for him. She'd always be there for him. After all, a promise is a promise. And not even Death would stop her from keeping it.