A/n- Some storms are born in the sky.

Some are born in the space between two people who should not be looking at each other the way they are looking at each other. This chapter belongs to the second kind. There is a particular cruelty in being trapped somewhere you are trying to leave. Not the cruelty of the universe acting against you, but the cruelty of being given time, which is the one thing you did not want. It's time to feel the pull of something you have been spending all your energy walking away from. It's time to stop pretending that walking away is the same thing as not wanting to stay.Two people. Two mindset. One is calm like ice other is feral like storm both equally capable of destruction. One made the choice of being in her safe harbor and other decided to keep distance, but in the specific, aching width of choices not yet made.