R | Writing | Short Stories | Far Off Wishes

She liked rain when she was sad. Normally, if she'd been walking home or to a friend's house and gotten caught in the rain she'd be aggravated or annoyed. But now she sat curled affront her window, looking out at the misty blue street, tinted orange a little from the streetlight. It was in times like these that she wished she could just phase through the window and walk far away without looking back.

Closing her eyes, the imagined scenario played out in her head. Arms spread, welcoming the energies of the planet. Face uptilted, kissing the rain with her cold lips, feeling all the saddness inside her slide off with the raindrops like a thick, black poison dissipating into oblivion.

In a world of metal and plaster, there was no more room for sages who could attune themselves with the planet to See and Make things. The people alive today counted upon their machines and repairmen to make sure things worked out their way. They took the shortcut - a dangerous shortcut. Every waking moment she could feel the boiling magma underneath the planet's surface flow fast with anger. In her dreams, it was worse. It haunted her, marred her visions with frightful precision. Thus, she never slept much anymore.

In the distance, she heard the noises and metallic sounds of mobile suits.

What a waste.

It wasn't that she didn't believe in technology, she just wished that people would learn that in order to aquire power over something, they must first understand it. That's why, a few years earlier, a tiger tamer had gotten mauled. She chuckled inwardly, then sighed a little. It had to be some sort of crime to cage such a beautiful, mighty, majestic animal. The way a tiger's eyes burned with intense instinct make shivers travel up her spine. The powerful muscles shifting and sliding beneath the golden and charcoal black coat reminded her of just how ancient those instincts were. Such a pity that humans had long forgotten them. It made her sick to think of how humans had ruined the planet...sucked the life from it until the planet had no choice but to hate it's locust-like parasites.

Returning her concentration to the falling rain, she folded her arms on the sill and rested her cheek on them. She hated being so spiteful, so full of pessimistic thoughts. One day, though, he would come back to her. He'd gone to war, and God-only-knew when he was coming home.