Afterwards, he could never remember how they came to be on the roof. The rain poured, the lightening flashed and they'd run out through the roof door laughing. He'd never seen her laugh like this. She laughed sometimes but it was either false or steeped in sorrow and neither lasted long. This laugh was wild, unbound, exhilerated. It was the lightening, the wind and rain. It was sunshine, cloud and snow. It belonged to the elements. but somewhere at the back was a nervous note. A hysteria - the laugh had nothing to do with mirth.
She'd spun around and around, her dress, her hair, floating around her, soaked but still light and laughed all the while. Suddenly she stopped and fixed her gaze right on him.
"It's okay" she said. "I know where to go now. I'm free. Everything's going to be okay."
She smiled but it was still tinged with sadness. For the first time her eyes were clear. He knew somehow what she would do, knew it was right. She kissed his forehead gently and whispered in his ear:
"I'm going to live forever now"
She was on the edge. Away from him. He stood paralysed. She smiled at him, that sad smile again. And then she was gone. He stayed where he was. He was sure for a moment, just a moment, she'd gone up. She'd flown. She wanted to fly, never to fall. His lips parted, the feel of her was in the storm. Softly, he began to sing, a wordless, lilting melody that flowed everywhere. Her song, her spirit, encaptured in notes. Just her.
He was still singing when the screaming started.
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