The sun's bright light bathed over me in a golden glow, I felt kind of like a goddess as the warm wind picked up and ruffled my hair ever so slightly. Besides being in sweats and a hoodie.

I stared at the ground as I walked down the jet's steps, partly because I didn't want to trip and die and partly because I knew who was standing out there waiting for me.

When I reached the last step and my feet hit solid ground I dragged my eyes up from the pavement. Up into the waiting eyes of my uncle, two men in suits, and Tray. All of which stood in front of a long black limo.

The world seemed to slow for half a second as my eyes met his. My skin no longer felt the warm ruffle of the wind, or the warm embrace of the sun's golden light. I couldn't hear the roaring of airplanes passing overhead, or the ruffle of the trees in the wind. But I did hear my growing heart beat, and I did feel an overwhelming urge to chuck my things to the person close to me and run into his arms.

But I managed myself, and half walked, half ran to them.

"Aydia, glad to see you made it safely." My uncle reached a hand out to me. He was about 5'7", which was almost half a foot taller than me. His jet black hair was combed back without any gel and still managed to hold it's form, in a way that left his hair looking soft and messy, while also looking professional and well- kept. Which went along well with his perfectly tailored black suit. His deep blue eyes studied me carefully.

I forgot his hand was still hanging there waiting for me to grab hold of it and shake it. I smiled shyly and reached out for it. "Yeah, I don't think sleeping would cause me much harm anyway."

I said it jokingly but he simply looked at me unfazed and I took a deep breath before pulling away from him and saying, "I see you haven't changed from last time I saw you." I blinked softly, "Well, besides the beard." I noted that his normal beard had been shaved off and his face was now smooth and clear.

He finally managed a smile, "Ah but you are much different. You even hold yourself differently now."

I gritted my teeth softly, "Yes, and I can speak proper sentences now. Because I couldn't quite do that back when I was 7."

His smile faded at my remark. "Yeah well, it's good to see you too."

I offered him a complimentary smile before turning to Tray who had been standing there witnessing that quietly. He wore casual clothes like me, grey sweats, and a blue T-shirt. His brown hair billowed in the wind lightly, like a cloud. My smile grew into a real genuine grin and I stepped towards him opening my arms.

He was quick to fall into the embrace and he held me tightly against him, I could feel his face buried in my hair. And my own was buried into his chest. He smelled nice, it wasn't a strong smell but it did it's job. It was like smelling the air after it had rained, but mixed with a musky smell that I couldn't quite put my finger on. He was 6'0" and easily towered over me, he had to lean over slightly to give me that hug.

I didn't want to let go but I knew everyone was staring at us waiting for us to quit being all lovey dovey. So I let myself enjoy the moment for a bit longer before I pulled back and looked up at him. "Well, hello there." I smirked.

His mouth moved into a large smile and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes and smiled softly. When he rose back up I opened them again and watched his green eyes look me over. "You're shorter then I imagined."

I scoffed and gently pushed him. "What a way to say hello."

He laughed, his laugh was deep and yet soft at the same time. Ever so slightly annoying but comforting and warm. "I'm just so happy you're finally here, after all that waiting." He dragged out the word all and acted sad.

"There there, I'm here now." I gave him my best worried face and gave him another hug. I could hear him faking a few sniffles.

"If you two are done- we have your ride ready." My uncle broke the tender moment with a slightly annoyed tone.

Pulling away from Tray I looked over at Kurt. "Yeah, alright let's go."

One of the men in the suits had apparently already been putting my things in the back of the limo, and he came around the side now, just as the second one opened the limo door. It slid out smoothly and my uncle ducked inside.

I cringed, a private jet, men in fancy suits, a limo? Where did it end. Tray pulled me over to the limo. And I looked at him questioningly.

"You're coming too?"

He gave me a weird look then replied in a tone that suggested it was obvious, "Well of course I am, how do you think I got here?"

When I shrugged he smiled and ducked into the limo, with me trailing behind. I didn't need to duck... "Your uncle picked me up on the way here, turns out he actually lives relatively close to my house, just 20 minutes away."

"Oh-" I stopped my words as I was again greeted by the same cozy black and purple interior as had been in the jet. This time it didn't smell fruity, it smelled musky and inviting. There was a black mini fridge in the corner of the limo and I looked over at it hungerly.

My uncle must have noticed because he said, "I'm going to take you two out to eat if that's alright."

I nodded pleadingly as I took my seat next to Tray, who looked at me and nodded too. He pulled out his phone, most likely telling his parents he was going to go eat.

Pulling out my own phone I informed my mother and Lena I had arrived. Lena wanted to know about the details but I told her I was too tired and that I'd tell her all about it after I settled down. She agreed, eventually, and I put my phone away.

The silence was actually welcomed by me, my body and mind were too tired to want to do anything. So I found myself leaning my head onto Tray's side and pulling my legs up onto the seat.

Tray wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to him. My hair fell into my face and my eyelids began to droop. I welcomed the rest again.

"Aydia- baby wake up." I woke to Tray's soft murmurs and gentle brushes against my arm. I realized I had somehow managed to fall into his lap and my head was now on his legs. My legs were pulled up onto the limo's seat and my hands were under my head.

I rose up slowly, letting my arms stretch out to my sides. I rolled my neck gently, feeling the soft pop. "Are we there?" I asked just before yawning softly and rubbing my tired eyes.

"Yes, we are here, so it's time to get moving sleepy head." I felt his hand press against my lower back and I jolted away from him for a second. He looked slightly hurt, but altogether just confused.

"Sorry..." Rubbing my arm gently I pulled away from his side and stood up. I walked out of the limo, following my uncle. One of the men in the suits held out a hand and helped me out. I looked into one of the limo's mirrors and blinked at my hair.

Tray was hopping out of the limo and I quickly jumped back in before the man closed the door. I went for my bag and rummaged around until I found my brush.

"Aydia?" I turned, seeing Tray sticking his head in looking at me worriedly.

I held up the brush and pointed to my hair and I watched as realization sunk into his expression. He chuckled and I scowled at him. "Just give me a second."

He left and I brushed my hair and tossed the brush back into the bag. Then I clambered out again and found Tray's side. He smiled at me and reached out his hand to mine, hesitating as if I would pull away from him like I did before. I grabbed his hand in reassurance and held it as we looked at the restaurant in front of us.

And boy was it big.

The huge roof tilted over the sidewalk and the large, clear windows reached up to its edges. It was made of a dark wood, spruce maybe. And the doors and windows were framed in a sparkling silver looking metal. As we walked up to the front doors I stared up in amazement. The front doors themselves had to be at least 7 feet. And small little lights were tucked just under the lip of the roof.

Tray opened the door and I followed my uncle in. The inside was warm and smelled like mint. Huge golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling by long golden chains. The seats and tables were the same dark wood that was used outside and had golden accents carved into them.

While my uncle talked to the person at the front desk I held Tray's hand and looked around in wonder.

Everywhere I looked something new caught my eye, the fancy golden elephant decorations and delicate white flowers on all the tables. The small golden fountain off to the left side of the entrance. It's water trickling down into a small pond filled with colorful koi.

Even the people here were fancy. All the men in fancy suits and the woman in their slim dresses and high heels. With their hair all done up and their makeup done perfectly.

I shifted uncomfortably, realizing me and Tray were the only ones who were wearing everyday clothes and who didn't seem to make an effort to look fancy. A few other people realized it too and they stared at us and chatted amongst themselves. At one table in particular, a small, curvy woman with black hair and a stunning dark purple dress pointed to us and laughed loudly.

I winced and looked up to see Tray following my gaze to the woman. His face set into a glare and the woman made a face and turned away. Seeming satisfied he turned down to look at me and his expression changed just like that. His eyes lit up and he smiled broadly at me.

Giving his hand a little squeeze I smiled back then turned to my approaching uncle. "Come." Was all he said and then he turned and started walking away.

We followed him to the back of the restaurant where a man in his late twenties led us through a doorway into a smaller, more quiet section of the restaurant. He laid out a few menus onto a table and smiled at us. Then he walked away giving us time to settle in and look over the menu.

I looked it over and found things that made my stomach growl, and other things that made me feel a little sick. Fancy food was weird. I finally decided on Coho Salmon and a glass of lemon water. Tray got a steak and some weird looking purple drink. He let me taste it and it was actually really good. My uncle also got a steak, and a beer.

While we waited for the food I decided I got sick of sitting in silence listening to the soft jazz music that was playing.

"So-" I said, aiming the question at my uncle "What have you been doing all these years." My tone was relatively calm and if you didn't know better you would think it was just a simple question. But I felt Tray's hand move onto my leg as I asked the question and he eyed my carefully. He could tell I meant the question in a way aimed to be snarky and he shook his head every so slightly.

"Nothing really, the same thing as before." My uncle replied looking up from his drink.

I shot him a small glare, "Which was?"

He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his drink. Secretive as always.

Ever since he got a new job and moved out here when I was seven, he had been all about work and money. He never showed up at the family things anymore, or my birthdays.

We used to have a tight bond. He would come over every saturday before he moved away and we would make crumpets and tea. I would wear one of my play dresses and force him to wear one too. Though they would only fit around his neck. And we would have tea parties. Sometimes he would take me on the weekends and we would go up the mountains and adventure, pretending we were living off the forest or on a search for a dragon. Or maybe we would go to a movie and huddle together eating popcorn, until I got scared and cried to leave.

But then he just left. He left for his job and for the money. I wouldn't even be that mad at him except for the fact that he never even bothered to call or text. I went three years without hearing from him. And then on my 10th birthday he sent me a card with money in it and a short letter about how he was doing really well and was coming that christmas. But he didn't. He cancelled a day before he was supposed to fly out, because work needed him. He wouldn't ever tell anyone what he did that paid him so well. And everyone just assumed it was because he was greedy and didn't want anyone replacing him.

"So you're just going to keep everything a secret now?" I growled.

He raised his head again and looked me in the eyes, "I have my secrets, and you have yours. But you don't see me getting mad at you for them." He paused and then added in, "Not everything is about you, Aydia."

I opened my mouth to say something but the waiter came with the food. I was glad for the distraction. His response had caught me off-guard and I hadn't really known what to say. But the emotions in his eyes were confusing, while I was mad and looked at him with anger, confusion, and sadness, he looked at me in understanding, pity, and regretfulness.

Using my food as a way to ignore the conversation I dug in happily. The salmon flaked off nicely and it melted in my mouth. It was oven-roasted so it had a nice small crunch to the edges. I don't think I had ever had such good food.

I suddenly felt bad for getting mad at him after he agreed to take me under his wing and was treating me so fairly.

Maybe I needed to give him some space and time to open up to me again. I needed to forgive him. I was angry for no reason, really I just missed him. I had no clue what he had been doing this whole time, which angered me but I knew that he was working really hard to get to where he was.

I poked at my food with the fork, the fish flaked off nicely but I didn't feel that hungry anymore as I got lost in my thoughts.

Tray, whose hand was still on my leg, gave me a little shake. I looked up at his worried expression and gave him a little smile.

He leaned down a little, not all the way to my face but enough to where my uncle couldn't see either of our faces. His green eyes met mine carefully, "Hey... you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

He studied me for a second and his voice lowered, "I can tell you're not good, you have been poking at your food for the past five minutes."

Shifting in my seat I turned to look at him and rested a reassuring hand on his arm. "I was just daydreaming that's all."

He seemed hesitant at my answer, but whether he could tell I was lying or not he didn't say. He simply pulled away and looked back at his plate, which was nearly empty.

I pulled the cloth napkin up to my face and wiped away anything that might have been there. Right as my uncle asked the waiter for the check.

I turned away again, as my senses had come back to me, and I could hear the pitter patter of raindrops against the large glass windows.

A smile crept onto my face, I loved the rain. Tugging at Tray's arm I pointed at the windows. "Look, it's raining!"

"Yeah I know, it's been raining for awhile now."

Pulling my eyes from the window I looked back at him "Oh... I like the rain."

He smiled at me, "Oh yeah? How come?"

Shrugging I glanced over at my uncle who was filling out the check then I pulled my attention back to Tray. "I like the rain because it hides my tears."

His eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's easy to cry in the rain because no one can tell what are teardrops and what are raindrops." I paused, "But it doesn't just do that, the sound of the rain and the feel of it against my skin makes me calm. When I can stand or play or dance in the rain, I feel happy, because it reminds me of when I was a child and I used to jump in puddles. Especially when I'm with someone it feels almost euphoric."

When I looked back to him he was smiling again. "I never thought of it like that, I always thought rainy days were annoying because I could never get anything done."

I shrugged my shoulders at him and smiled softly, "I guess we can both learn from each other and our different aspects."

"I guess so."

Kurt tapped the table and we turned our attention to him. "Are you two ready to go?"

I nodded and Tray said yes. We stood up and walked out, thanking the people at the front desk.

Once we got outside one of the guys in the suits came up to us holding umbrellas. They appeared to have pulled the limo up to the front so we wouldn't get wet but I shook my head at the umbrella.

"Could you give us a minute?" I asked my uncle as I grabbed Tray's hand.

"Sure, we will just pull over there." He was huddled under the umbrella and was pointing off to the left side of the parking lot.

"Okay, we will be there in a bit."

We broke off from each other and I grinned at Tray. The rain was already making my hair start to lay flat against my head and it was dampening our clothes.

He looked at me with a small smile set upon his face as I dragged him over to the right side of the parking lot where it seemed to be mostly devoid of cars.

Coming to a stop I pivoted on my feet gently to face him, taking his other hand in my empty one. "Have you ever danced in the rain before?" I eyed him with a grin on my face.

"Unfortunately, no."

He was smiling still and I looked down at our hands. "Well, do you want to?"

He swayed our hands a little and I looked up at him again. "You'll have to teach me then."

I looked at him thoughtfully "Deal."

I moved my hands out of his and grabbed his left wrist, dragging it to my waist. "We can just slow dance, that's the easiest." Then I let go and put my left hand on his chest. With the other I held his right hand, not twinning my fingers through his. I was going to put them around his shoulders but I would have to stand on my toes, and I didn't feel like dancing on my toes the whole time.

"Our hands go here- now really all we do is sway or we can take small steps around in random directions." I looked up at him, the rain dripping down my face. "Here follow my lead. Don't look at your feet, just watch me."

He nodded and I moved slowly. He caught on really fast. And we stared at each other as we moved.

His calm green eyes looked into mine, the rain drizzling out of his wet hair. Even though the rain was soaking my clothes my skin felt like it was warm and alive. With every movement he made electric currents zipped from my hands up through my arms.

From one of the restaurants outside speakers the music changed, the tempo was slow and calm. I recognized the song from a playlist I had made a while ago. 'Butterfly's Repose' by Zabawa.

I smiled up at him as the song played in the background of the drizzling rain. Suns already set now, won't you go to sleep now. "This is a pretty song." I'll see you in your dreams, cause I'm right here.

"Yeah, it came on at just the right time too." He laughed gesturing with his head at our dancing.

I smiled and nodded. "Yes, it did."

He was still smiling at me when I saw his eyes flick to my lips, and his smile wavered for a second. Before he could pull them back to my eyes though I reached up on my toes, letting go of his right hand I pulled mine up to his face and brought him slowly into a kiss.

He fell into it quickly, using his left arm to pull my body closer to his. It was long and soft, and the rain attempted to break it apart as it trickled down our faces.

When we pulled away our eyes met. I smiled at him slowly tilting my head away slightly.

"Wow."

"Wow?" I laughed.

"Yeah, that was- that was something else."

I laughed again and the limo's bright lights pulled up to us. It honked and we smiled at each other and laughed.

"Guess we took too long." I said as I grabbed his hand to pull him to the limo.

He nodded in agreement, the smile still set across his face.

We got into the limo with bright smiles and dripping wet clothes.

My uncle's eyes widened, "Oh my, you guys are soaked!" He flicked his hand to the front of the car and one of the guys brought us each a towel. We wrapped up in them chattering quietly and giggling at my uncle's poor expression as he stared at the puddles on the limo floor.

The guy also gave us jackets and after I had squeezed the majority of the water from my clothes into the towel I put the large jacket on. Then I placed the towel on the floor of the limo and tried to wipe up some of the water. It only worked a little bit.

We chatted some more amongst ourselves and I tried to fight back that tired feeling. But I couldn't and eventually found myself leaning against Tray's arm again sound asleep.

I didn't know how long it took to get there but when we got to Kurt's house I stirred a little bit as I felt someone scoop me up easily into their arms.

My eyes opened a tiny bit to see the person holding me was Tray, and that the rain had stopped but the sky had become much darker.

With my eyes closed again I was still holding onto that tiny bit of consciousness that I had as Tray carried me into the house. I listened to his footsteps as he went up a set of stairs, I could tell because he shifted his hold on me as he did.

They carried on a little ways after we reached the top. Then he stopped and I heard the creak of a door. "Put her here." I heard a voice say, I wasn't sure who it was but I didn't want to open my eyes to find out. Tray carried me into the room and I felt the soft bed underneath me as he set me down. It was warm and I sighed softly.

"Goodnight Aydia." I felt Tray give me a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll come again tomorrow."

I turned towards him slowly and peaked out into the dark room. "Are you going to leave?"

"Well I was going to."

A small whimper of disapproval escaped my lips. "Please stay." I pleaded. I was using a small, sad voice. I knew what I was doing.

And it worked.

I could hear him sigh, "Okay, I will."

I smiled into the darkness as I felt the bed shift slightly and then his body pressed next to mine.

Turning my body to face him, I slid under his arms and snuggled up to his chest. His hand glided through my hair softly and then, just like that, I was asleep again.