Wesley kissed her on a Monday near the lake. It was raining.
It was raining again on Wednesday when she found him there. He didn't remember her, didn't remember her name, but he knew her, and there was just something...
"Something about the rain."
"Wesley," she said softly, hands held out for his.
He let her take them and lead him into a dance his body remembered and he somehow knew. He knew the way they twirled, the way she fit into his arms, the way she smelled in rain.
He didn't remember, but he recorded, read again, knew.
Seven Days Drabble: In the Rain
It was raining again on Wednesday when she found him there. He didn't remember her, didn't remember her name, but he knew her, and there was just something...
"Something about the rain."
"Wesley," she said softly, hands held out for his.
He let her take them and lead him into a dance his body remembered and he somehow knew. He knew the way they twirled, the way she fit into his arms, the way she smelled in rain.
He didn't remember, but he recorded, read again, knew.
"Lena."