Day 126 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a character’s emotions controlling the weather or time.
Shannon: “Why is it raining,” Megan asked the rhetorical question, since she already knew the answer. “I don’t understand why you are upset. I really need you to be happy today. I had an outdoor wedding for a reason, because you could promise me sunshine. Don’t back down on that promise, I’m begging you. Do you want to make me cry,” she covered her heart with both hands.
“I’m sorry I’ll get it under control, just give me time to calm down,” I explained, taking deep breaths trying to clear my mind. I flashed every happy thought through my mind that I had stocked up for moments like this. The only problem was fake happiness didn’t work. It couldn’t last. It was too much pressure.
“Do you need to talk, because I really thought you’d be happy for me,” she looked so hurt.
“I am happy for you,” my voice cracked, and I looked up to try to stop myself from crying.
“I can tell,” she stated, disappointed.
I had to tell her the truth. I couldn’t ruin the day for her, leaving her in the dark, since I couldn’t keep it inside. “Everything is going to change. I know we’ll be friends forever, but it’s never going to be the same as it is now. You’re moving away, and you’re going to be busy and keep getting busier, and I’m going to miss this,” tears were falling and I was running out of dry space on my Kleenex.
“Bullshit. Not us,” she shook her head. She was always tough. I wish she could control the weather. It wouldn’t fluctuate so much. “I’m getting married and yes I’m moving, but I’m not scared. Life has changed for us so many times before and we’re still together. I know you won’t forget about me. Don’t sell me short, you need believe the same about me. Trust me.”
I couldn’t hear the rain on the window anymore. I felt at peace. We both looked at the window and then smiled at each other. “When you move, who’s going to help with that,” I joked, pointing outside.
“You’ll call me,” she reached out to embrace me in long hug.
Erin: “Hey babe,” the sound in my girlfriend’s voice sounded hesitant. “We need to talk, can I come over.”
The entire time she was on her way I decided to red through our old text conversations. There was no sign of trouble, and that calmed me down. Her sweetness and humor calmed me down like no other. When the doorbell rang, I ran to the door as quickly as possible. A gust of wind shot her hair into the sky.
“Calm down,” she warned embracing me in a hug. With that contact, the flag in my neighbor’s yard stopped all of its movement.
“It’s so good to see you,” I gushed squeezing her hard.
“Yeah,” she walked into the kitchen without another word.
“What’s up,” I pushed for her to spill what was bothering her.
“Honestly, I don’t know that I can be with you anymore,” she just came out and said.
“What,” my exterior looked fine. I always did. Outside a mist was hitting the window.
“This is the exact reason,” she pointed to the window. The mist had turned into a sprinkle and was only intensifying. “I don’t want have the power to cause this.”
“Welcome to my life,” a strike of lightning crashed nearby and she flinched. “I’m sorry, I just love you.”
“I love you too, but unless you learn how to better control your powers I can’t be with you.”
“But I’ve only ever had any control when I’m with you,” I softly argued as she coldly made her way to the door.
Is your character messing with the weather or time?
Every Christmas since I moved here had been full of sparkling sunshine glittering off crystal clear waves of warm summery water and piles of waterlogged dirt that had been resting peacefully in mountains of fluffy snow. For the longest time, in my pinprick hometown at the corner of nowhere and no-one, I’d spent the week leading up to the holiday preparing beds in every available cranny in the house and helping the womenfolk with baking cookies to pies and cooking meals to be devoured in a matter of minutes. During those sweat-inducing, head-aching and mind-numbing days every male in our far-stretching family was having a heyday climbing up on the roof to slide down with screams of joy caught in their throats, taking the quads on expeditions into the deep forest surrounding the house and partaking in massive snowball fights which inevitably ended with someone getting one in the eye. Basically, while the ladies toiled away for hours a day gossiping about people I never cared about and complaining about housework, the boys were out having the time of their lives; if anyone asked any of my cousins, though, we were just a very traditional family.
There was always a freezing air that blew in with our extended family, which included cousins who slept out in the barn and family units that had six small children in them that cried all night. Rain that flooded through the low-lying roads and rushed off the roof froze overnight and ditches were inundated with snowflakes heavy with the substance that should have been pure liquid as it fell. Though it always flooded the house with a familiar coziness, I felt the whole ordeal was weighted with unnecessary pressure on the females of the family and forced us to give up what could be a relaxing week with long-lost family members to tend to every whim of our fathers, uncles and sons.
I suppose I should have known it had something to do with my stormy vision of the holiday season; when I moved, my hometown spent their very first Christmas morning completely devoid of snow, instead drowning in torrential downpours that lasted the whole week. In an effort to get away from the mess, I’d moved as far as I felt was necessary and set down roots of my own, including preparing an epic Christmas feast for my neighbours and friends. Unfortunately for them, I was too happy to let it snow so we were swimming in the usually-frozen lake and sipping martinis while we tanned on the beach. If there’s one thing I don’t think anyone minds, it’s someone’s happiness keeping the frosty chill of winter away for their week off. So, cheers suckers!
August has a tendency to connect his emotions to all the other times he had those emotions.
When he saw people being hurt by someone he can’t stop, or by a way he can’t help fix, he is consumed by fear, remembering the time he was healing when he was nine, bandages on his shoulder, stomach, and legs. He was bedridden for months. He fell behind on his training and schooling. He felt so helpless, and fear was at the forefront of his thoughts; fear that he’ll never be the same again, and he’ll forever be useless.
When Tony came to the Evert doorstep and told them where Heather was, August was overcome with anger. He made sure to kick Tony out of the house with a few shiner souvenirs. August couldn’t help but think back to when he was when he was denied training, while Josh had already started at age six. August was five at the time, and Mikio refused to train him for another year. August was bitter and anger about the ordeal, and had to watch his brother work hard and go to bed late.
When he realized that his brother was the last to disappear of his friends, he held on tight for as long as he could. He fell into a sadness that could only be the same as when Mikio crouched down in front of a three year old and a four year old and slowly explained to them that their parents died in a car crash. He didn’t fully understand, but he remembers his mother’s voice and his father’s laugh. And that was enough to know he didn’t know they enough. Josh’s ash on the floor brings him to tears as he loses yet another person in his life.
But when he watches Heather, as she braves the day, through any struggle, and works twice as hard as anyone to make sure everyone is busy and happy, he’s filled with a joy. In that moment, he can picture a little girl. She has dark brown, almost black, hair, faint freckles, and bright blue eyes. She’s curled up on a green and white bed, fast asleep after a long exciting day with the sun setting outside the window. He smiles to himself. There’s nothing in his past that brought him such a joy, but the future? Yes.