She pulled on a coat, looking up at him solemnly as she put her hands in her pockets nervously. * * * "Well, now you have to."
She followed behind him, watching his back uncertainly, her mood dampened by his gloominess. *** “Sure, you do.”
(Yoop!) They approached the tree that their home was underneath. As they got to the area, they would see water, up to their knees, pooled around the tree roots. From their spot, they could see that the door was off the hinges, floating nearby. * * * "Yeah, you do. Follow through."
She paused before bending down, rolling up her pant legs and taking off her shoes before walking into the water. * * * "Make it a good one. There's been all this leadup."
She placed a hand on the door frame, looking around and frowning. The entire inside was flooded. Furniture was floating, and she pushed a floating chair a little forlornly. * * * "The tension is killing me."
She spoke after a moment. "We... we could recover from this," she said, sounding like she was trying to stay positive. "We could make this work." * * * He applauded playfully, smirking at her. "Nice job."
He nodded slowly. "Yeah.. Once the water let's down. We should be able to fix it." *** She grinned. "Thanks."
"We can," she agreed, crossing her arms. "It just..." She exhaled a shaky sigh. "It just really sucks." * * * He looked over at her. "Cathartic?"
"I know," he said, his arms still crossed. "But we'll figure it out." *** She looked over at him as well. "Definitely."
She looked around the house and brightened a little. "Yeah. We can make it work." She paused, looking back at him before her expression changed again. * * * He grinned, kissing her forehead.
He tilted his head at her curiously. "Hopefully the storm will end soon." *** She gave him smile, taking his hand.
She nodded, looking melancholy. "Do you want to go back home?" * * * He grinned at her before sighing, sitting up. "I gotta go tell them."
