Rain’s P.O.V.
“I love you, Mesh’la.”
Rain said nothing, simply nuzzling deeper into Trish’s supple form. The words still felt strange to her, and she was never quite sure how to respond to them.
“Something on your mind?”
Seems like everyone knows my mind better than me, she thought, Well, almost everyone...
“Nothing. I love you too.”
Why do I feel like a fraud for saying it when I really mean it?
Before Trish had come into her life, those words had become harder and harder to say over the years, and for a number of reasons.
Trish leaned over her, gently turning Rain’s head so that their eyes met. Those pale violet orbs pierced through Rain, softened only by Trish’s customary gentle smile.
I can’t hide anything from you, can I?
“I was just thinking about Mira and I...when we were kids. We made a promise that we’d never let anything come between us, that we’d always be together. And we always—”
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She hesitated, the memories surging to the front of her mind.
The words came easy to us back then. We’d whisper them to each other each night before we fell asleep. And we’d reach across the space between us to feel closer. Then one day it just stopped. I told her I loved her, and I could feel her pulling back. She said Master Ti told her a Jedi couldn’t love. And that was it. She didn’t need me anymore. The Jedi’s dogmatic principles were her whole world. I held onto those words, though, reminding her of it whenever I could. But she never spoke them in return, and I could see her disappointment in me growing almost every time I looked at her.
Trish sighed, softly stroking Rain’s hair with the tips of her fingers.
“Rain, you and Mira see only one thing. You define yourselves so rigidly through your principles; I see it through every interaction, every little decision you make. But where Mira focuses outward, you focus inward.”
Rain gave a strained smile, “You’re not making any sense…”
Trish closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, pressing closer to Rain so that she could feel Trish’s feather-light breath on her skin.
“Mira holds certain expectations of others, while you hold certain expectations of yourself. She’s hard on you because you’re too hard on yourself.”
Rain swallowed uneasily, forcing that strained smile back onto her face.
“Maybe you should give up on your cryptic psychiatry. It’s not really working for me.”
Trish gave a light laugh, “I’m willing to table the discussion for now. But I do have a promise to keep...remember?”
She ran her fingers softly down the length of Rain’s neck before planting a kiss on her ear.
“I promised you I would heal all your old hurts.”
My angel...I don’t care about old wounds. All I need is to know that you’ll be with me...always. If you promise me that, I’ll believe you. I’ll forget the old promise. All I need is you. So please...please don’t fly away from me…