into the storm [h.s.]

"Libby! It's okay, it's just me! It's Harry!"

She froze. She stopped struggling and turned to look at him.

Her eyes stared into his and everything went quiet: the rain had lightened and dripped between them from the overhanging trees, the roar of wind had settled into a soft whisper and the breaking colours of dawn split the dark sky.

The storm had blown over.

Her eyes roamed his face as if looking for reassurance. Then when the look in her eyes showed she had found it, she collapsed into his arms. Harry felt her shivering body weaken in relief as he held her tight to him. She shook with the overwhelming sobs she buried into his jacket.

"It's okay," He assured breathlessly, pressing his cold lips to her forehead. "It's all over now. The storm's over."

The short story of how a boy went out into the night to look for a girl who was caught in the eye of a storm.