Rain S. Daniels
Rain reached out a hand, then thought better of it and pulled away. "Yes, thank you," she replied quietly, wondering what she should do. Obviously Ron didn't want to touch her, but Rain had never been good with words.
Cradling her coffee in her hands, Rain watched Ron over the steam issuing from the cup. The feeling of helplessness she had grew stronger and stronger, until she couldn't stand it gnawing at her any more.
Pushing away her chair, Rain got up and rushed towards Ron, wrapping her arms around him before she even knew what she was doing. "Please don't be like this," she cried. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "Don't touch me anymore if you must, but I can't stand seeing you like this. I don't care if you hurt me, I just want you to remain unhurt! I'd give up my life for you, if only you would be happy and safe!"
There. She'd said it all, confessed her feelings for him. Her only hope was that he wouldn't hate her; she didn't think she could take that.