It was happening again. She'd seen it coming of course. Anytime she saw anything but clear skies outside Kate was known to obsessively check the weather. She had to prepare herself for this shit after all. Though, really, there wasn't any preparing to be had. No matter how aware of it that she would be, it never failed that she would still be scared out of her fucking wit whenever a thunderstorm rolled through. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it even if she wanted to.
The fact that she was dealing with it alone was all the more painful for her. It had been so much easier with Nick there to comfort her through it. Not necessarily tolerable, but she could at least sleep through the night without crying her eyes out. He was her security blanket in those moments and she could easily feel more relaxed with his arm around her, with his attempts to soothe her the best he could.
Now though, now he wasn't there. Kate was alone that night. She was having to deal with this whole thing by herself for the first time in a few weeks. Since that first time he'd fallen asleep in her bed, Nick had comforted her through the thunderstorms that occasionally rolled through without fail. At first she would go in his room and seek him out, bringing him back to lay with her for the entire night. He'd gotten used to it after awhile she thought, because he would come to her. That was the most comforting thing of all.
But things were awkward between them now. So awkward that Kate had no fucking idea how to fix it. She'd ruined things. Ruined them by kissing him the first time and ruined it even more by kissing him a second time. And now, now she realized that Nick didn't feel the same way she did. Because as he'd stated, he couldn't do that with anyone he didn't have feelings for. It had been a drunken mistake and that killed her.
So, she hadn't approached him whatsoever. She'd gone back to her game of avoiding him. She hadn't seen for days, hadn't talked to him in weeks. It was straight to her room when she got home and she hardly hung around any of the shared living space if she knew he was there. It was pathetic, really, and she missed him. She missed him like crazy. But she was giving him his space.
That night she realized just how much she fucking missed him. And because Kate was a fucking masochist, she'd been sleeping in the shirt he'd left behind. She didn't move from her spot as the storm rolled in, shivering and shaking under her think blanket she tried hard not to cry but it was so fucking hard. And it was so fucking hard not to jump out of her skin any time thunder clapped. How the hell she was going to make it through the night without breaking down, she had no idea.