As the clouds darkened, Molly walked briskly through the thinning streets. It had started with feather-light droplets, soft and delicate against the window panes. They came down from silver clouds like tears from a weeping giant, playful in their eagerness to meet the Earth's lushness. Even as she walked the few blocks to her apartment, the rain became heavier, the water coming down in thick, pelting jets. Like small pebbles thrown from a great height, the rain fell from the sky.

Her goal had been simple enough. Walk to Tesco, buy a can of cat food for Meredith's persian, walk back. Molly sighed as she stepped under the relative shelter of an awning. With hair and clothes thoroughly soaked and matted to her pale frame and even paler face, the poor girl very much resembled a wet cat, complete with wide eyes and a small pout. Gathering up her resolve, she set out once more in the brutal storm.

The wind had picked up speed in the few minutes Molly had rested. Whipping long hair about her face, the fierce wind gave the impression of having been possessed by some kind of angry spirit. A few more minutes of torturous pelting found Molly at her apartment's doorstep and she gladly took refuge.

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After dropping off the canned cat food and with a steaming cuppa warming her nearly frozen hands, Molly settled herself in the window seat. She had been lucky enough to get an outside room (compared to an inside with no window) and to make it even better, Molly's apartment looked right over London's busy streets. She could see all the happenings of daily life played out below. The rhythmic drumming of the rain lulled the young woman into a state of happy numbness, comfortable in the safety of her blankets and tea.

Molly loved this, being right in the middle of things yet remaining unseen. She could happily people-watch without being judged in return. With the rain still hurling itself against all surfaces, desperately trying to find a way inside, Molly bent down and took a sip of the comforting Chamomile. A contented sigh passed her pink lips and the little puff fogged up the window. Mocha eyes sparkling in amusement, Molly drew a smiley face in the fog.

Softly smiling to herself, Molly watched as the cloudy whiteness faded away and once again resumed her watch of the outside chaos. Through the glistening window, Molly caught a glimpse of two blurry figures. Running hand in hand down the street, they were nothing more than two dark shadows, seemingly oblivious to the rain coming down in unforgiving torrents. Molly squinted and focused on the two figures. There was an obvious height difference in the two. The taller appeared to have large flapping wings—a coat.

The shortest of the pair stopped abruptly, pulling the coated figure into an alley, all within a matter of seconds. From her lofty vantage point, Molly could still see them, however vaguely. A third figure ran past the alley in which the pair was hiding, apparently having been chasing the aforementioned pair.

Molly watched the scene play out with the kind of intensity seen only in the most difficult and intense instances. The threat sufficiently neutralized, the sneaky duo cautiously came out from their hiding place. And with a sort of pained indifference, Molly witnessed the pair as they embraced, and finally brought their lips to each other's. It was a kiss, sealed with nature's sweetest and most painful brilliances.

And Molly knew exactly who they were.