I sipped my coffee, and browsed the newspaper for anything at all eye catching. Unfortunately the most interesting article had to do with the recent death of Mrs. Cane, the oldest woman, in Braisfield OR. I had met her once, nice woman… Her eyes were vibrant and blue, and she was always smiling, toothless as she was. I folded up the paper, and sat my purple coffee mug down on top of it.                         Dark clouds were moving in, and small cold gusts of wind were blowing my dark wavy hair into my face. After closing the window, I was startled  by the phone, which,  had one of those irritating rings, that nearly shook the thing off of its hook.      

 “Um hello?” I said sleepily wondering who was calling me at 7:02 on a Saturday morning.             “Leecie?” A mans voice said softly. I knew immediately who it was.                        

 “Leecie, don’t ignore me…I know your there…I can hear your heart beating.”           

I pursed my lips together, and slowly hung up the phone.                         Pulling my long pink robe around my short little body I strolled out of the kitchen, and into the television less living room, where I seated my self in my beloved fluffy green chair.             Before I could reach the nail clippers, on the coffee table, there was a light taping on the window, to my left. Thankfully the curtains were closed, so I didn’t have to look at him.            

There were three more taps, this time much louder.                                    “ITS MORNING! Get out of here Dormai! GO AWAY!”                         

“Just open the curtains, open the curtains and let me see you…  then I will leave.           

I couldn’t decide rather to be silent and sneak off to the shower, or show my self, despite my pride and better judgment.             

 “Leecie please… these clouds won’t last after the rain.” Dormai said rather pleadingly.             

Thunder boomed and shook my thin glass windows. I closed my eyes, and walked towards the window, listening as the pitter patter of rain, spread out over the house.            With out giving my self time to think, I pulled open the curtain. Honestly I don’t really think it was even my doing. I think Dormai opened them, with his mind. Silly as it sounds. This is why just as I reluctantly tore open my eyes, I watched as his rolled into the back of his head, and he toppled to the ground.           

 It might have looked like his mission had been failed, but he had succeeded in making me look at him, and that was all that was necessary.           

 So there he was pale as ever, lying in the rain, as mud began to build up around him. His medium hair was changing from its normal state of sandy blond, to a light brown, with the saturation of water.           

“Fine!” I said sharply, as I slammed my half empty cup of coffee down onto the window sill.            

 I was very much in-between emotions at that particular moment, so it was hard to say rather the tears were tears of joy, sadness, anger, or possibly guilt for leaving Dormai out in the storm for as long as I already had.                        

There was now a long trail of drying mud, leading from my front door, to the fire place, which I was now half way inside, trying to ignite.            “Damn it! Damn it!” The fire would not start, and I had just struck my last match.            

 I crawled over to the pathetic frail looking creature, of a man that was creating a puddle on my lovely hard wood floors.                        

 Don’t get the wrong impression about the floors. I’m not a wealthy person by any standards, but I had managed to acquire my beautiful old, two story cabin by the lake… through... a family friend, who encountered an untimely death two years ago.                     

“Leecie!”                       

 I about did a back flip, I was so startled, by the shockingly blue eyes staring up at me from the pale face on the floor.            

“Leecie…” His eyes began to fill with, what I would call tears. Though I was never really quite sure if is kind carried such a human trait.              “Please don’t.” I begged. “I’ve finally managed to get past the sadness and turn it into anger, and you show up at my god forsaken window!” It was a troublesome window you see.  “Wearing nothing but…tighty whities with a whole in the left side of the butt! DAMN IT DORMAI! DAMN IT! Do you hear me? DAMN it.”              

“I never left you Leecie… every night I felt you, as you cried… I felt you, and every night I wished only for you’re happiness… only that.”            I frowned. He knew I hated that kind of talk. As far as I was concerned no man, ever cared for anyone else, enough to consider there feelings, night after night. Ever. Period. Done.           

“Well…here have this…” I took off my pink robe, which was thick with femininity, and spread it over him. “And um…maybe this, I guess…” I said tucking a sofa pillow under his damp head.            

A small smile graced his face, sending the smallest flush of color to his cheeks.            

“Forgive me?”                       

I got to my feet, and angrily shuffled into my bathroom, slamming the creaky old door behind me.            “Forgive me… Ha! F- that… he can just… Oh for god’s sake, I don’t even know what I am saying…” I thought, as I glared at my reflection, in the oval shaped bathroom mirror.