Rain ran in rivulets down the window, matching the trail of tears cascading down Sienna’s drawn face. The raging storm outside was a perfect replica of the raging storm within her. She did not understand why Brennan had to die. It made no sense to her that one moment they were anxiously awaiting Charlotte’s arrival and the next, she was in a recovery room, the baby in her arms, and told Brennan was dead. He had a heart attack while waiting for her. He was young, vibrant, and full of life. Twenty-five year old men did not just keel over from a heart attack! It made no sense, and she refused to let it go, despite what everyone told her.
Charlotte grew quickly, the smitten image of her father, and it only hurt Sienna more. She leaned her head against the cool glass of the window—the picture window she had insisted on having when the house was being built. All the dreams she had of parties in the house had died along with Brennan. The house felt cold, now, and empty. There was too much space, too much time, and not enough memories. They had just celebrated their first wedding anniversary before Charlotte was born. Too soon, he was taken from her.
She let the tears plop on the windowsill, watched as raindrops mirrored her tears, joining the growing puddle both inside and out. Charlotte squealed behind her and she turned her head to look. A smile moved slowly across her face, and she picked the baby up, her sadness momentarily forgotten as her delight in her child took over. Charlotte pointed a pudgy finger to a picture on the mantel. Sienna moved closer to it, swaying gently as she went. Charlotte put her little finger on the glass, and babbled in delight. She pointed at Brennan, and for just that moment, Sienna felt like he was near. She thought she could hear his voice whispering in the other room, felt his lips pressed against hers, and then they were gone again.
A new tear rolled from her eye and Charlotte’s little finger, the one that just touched her daddy, reached out and whisked it away.
More of my NaNo characters here in response to Write on Edge‘s rain prompt.
I welcome your feedback. In case you are wondering, Brennan sold his soul to save Sienna and Charlotte, who were both facing death due to complications during delivery. He also agreed to die 1,000 times as long as they survived. Sienna mourns Brennan for much longer than she should, not ready to believe that he is really, truly gone. This piece is but a small glimpse into her pain. Your thoughts on this piece are much appreciated.
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