Rain and Tears

One-Shot

It was a dark overcast day. Spring had died but summer had not yet been born. Being warm enough, the sky threatened to rain and thunder could be heard off in the distance. Why is every sad day like this? It's so... Cliché.

The dead leaves rustled in the incoming wind. It was getting chilly but three figures wouldn't leave their place on the hill. Thunder was coming closer but they didn't care. One figure placed a hand on another's shoulder, trying to bring comfort. Why did this have to happen to them?

A light drizzle started but the three still didn't leave. The only movement was one (not the comforting one) figure opening an umbrella to cover all but one. He didn't want to be sheltered. "Dude," a guy said, "we're going to have to leave soon." Danny only nodded.

The three figures- Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, and Danny Fenton- stood there for a little while longer before Sam spoke up, "we're going to wait in the car and let you two be alone for a minute."

Danny still didn't speak. He hadn't much since that fateful day. Whether it was speaking, crying, or getting mad, Danny hadn't done much or showed much emotion. No one blamed him either. They had been as close as anyone could get. Closer even.

Walking away, Sam and Tucker stayed quiet, letting Sam's words hang in the air.

The rain started pouring and Danny just looked up at the clouds. It was as if they were trying to comfort him too; wrapping him in a wet blanket. It was as if Danny could finally feel something. Only, he could.

Finally, after almost two weeks of nothing, it hit him. She was gone and never coming back. Hot tears started falling down Danny's face and didn't stop.

Dropping to his knees, he covered his face. His heart hurt and it wouldn't quit. Although glad he was finally letting it out, Danny was still overcome with grief. Why did this have to happen?

They were closer than twins could ever be. Yeah they fought and yeah they had bad times in the past, but Danny had forgiven her long before her death. "Why?" he cried, putting his hands on the cold stone, "Why did you have to go? Mom and Dad just accepted the news. Why did you have to go and try to be a hero?"

Danny sat there crying some more. He wasn't mad at her. He could never be. Even when they fought, it wasn't possible to stay mad for more than a second. No, he wasn't mad at her, he was mad at himself. Mad that he couldn't have been there in time, mad that he couldn't have stopped it, and mad that he couldn't do anything after it was done.

"I'm sorry," he continued, "It's not your fault. It's mine. It's my fault it happened and it's my fault you're dead."

A hand took its place on his shoulder. "It's not your fault," a voice said, soothingly, "She chose to go. She knew what was going to happen if she went and she still chose to. There was no stopping her."
"I-I know, but I could've been there for her."
"Now stop that. You two both knew she had to go alone. It was her choice to do it and it was her choice to protect you. Now stop crying. Be strong and go on for her. Be the hero she knows. Be the little brother I know."

Getting up, Danny was led away from the engraved rock in the comforting arms of his big sister. Danny was led away from the engraved rock that held nothing but pain.

It was a dark day. Spring had died but summer had not yet been born. Being warm enough, a storm rumbled over a special place. At night, there would be a spectacular view of the stars which would please this certain girl. The moon would shine brightly, illuminating the words:

RIP
Danielle Fenton
A daughter, sister, friend, and clone