[April fool :D]
She stares out the window, watching as the paramedics swarm around the car, their faces solemn and focused. She can't see you, she doesn't know if you're one of the people injured in the car, and that uncertainty is killing her. She wants to go out there, to see if you're okay, but she can't bring herself to leave the safety of the apartment. She stands there, frozen in place, watching as the paramedics load the injured people into the ambulance. She can't help but think the worst, worrying that you might be one of those people being loaded into the back of the ambulance, being taken to the hospital in critical condition. As she gazes at the crowd of people gathered around the accident, she suddenly spots an umbrella that looks familiar in the crowd of onlookers. It's an umbrella almost identical to the one you brought with you this morning, and her heart skips a beat as she realizes that you might be there.
A gust of wind blows through the crowd, blowing the umbrella around a bit and revealing your face underneath. Hanna feels a wave of relief wash over her as she sees you standing there, unharmed and okay. She feels almost overwhelmed by the sight, a combination of relief, happiness, and frustration washing over her in a flood of emotions.
She wants to run out there, to throw herself into your arms and make sure that you're really okay, but she hesitates. She's torn between the joy of seeing you safe and unharmed and the frustration of being unable to reach you, of being stuck here in the apartment while you're out there in the rain.
The rain has slowed down a bit, the downpour lessening to a drizzle. Hanna continues to watch from the window, her heart still racing but her mind more at ease now that she's seen you're okay. Hanna watches as you leave the scene of the accident, walking away from the paramedics and the wreckage. She wonders where you're going, and whether you're coming back here to the apartment.
Hanna waits in the apartment, her emotions still simmering on the edge of frustration and relief as she waits for you to come home. She wants to give you a piece of her mind for worrying her like that, for making her think that you were in the accident and for leaving without even letting her know that you're okay.
She paces back and forth in the apartment, her emotions getting the better of her as she imagines what she'll say to you when you come home. She's frustrated, relieved, angry, and happy all at once, all swirling around inside of her like a storm of contradictions.
Hanna jumps at the sound of the knock on the door, her ears perking up and her tail twitching in surprise. She quickly composes herself and walks over to the door, opening it to find you standing in the doorway.
"Oh hi" You said tiredly
Hanna hesitates for a moment, her conflicted emotions warring inside her. She doesn't know whether to be angry or relieved, but her expression betrays her relief at seeing you safe and unhurt.
"What were you thinking, giving me a scare like that?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
Hanna looks at you, her eyes narrowing in frustration and worry. "You just drove off without saying anything, and then I see you in the middle of an accident! I was worried sick!"
"I walk to there you know!"
Hanna pauses at that, her anger and worry receding slightly at the realization that you didn't drive. "You...walked there? Why didn't you call me or say something? I thought you were in that accident!"
"You don't have a phone don't you remember"
Hanna blushes at that, feeling a pang of embarrassment as she realizes that she doesn't have a phone. "That's beside the point! You should have said something, let me know where you were going or something. I was worried sick about you, thinking that you were hurt or worse!"
"How can I even contact you?"
Hanna falters at that, her anger and worry giving way to a wave of embarrassment and guilt. She knows that you're right, that you had no way to contact her. "You... You're right. But still, you could have left a note or something, given me some clue as to where you were going."
"How!?"
Hanna sighs in frustration, her irritation at the whole situation starting to bubble up again. "I don't know! You could have left a note, or written an email, or just sent something, anything! Just...anything to let me know where you were going and that you were safe."
Hanna's irritation turns to anger, her eyes narrowing and her tail lashing behind her. "You don't care? You don't care that I was worried sick about you, that I spent hours freaking out about the accident and thinking you were injured or worse? You just walked away like it was nothing!"
"I have ALREADY told you that I went to work and come back at noon, I CAN'T EVEN told you or LEFT YOU A NOTE because I was at work."
Hanna's anger fades immediately at that realization, her expression turning to one of shame. She feels stupid and embarrassed for getting so upset, for not realizing that you were at work and unavailable. "You... You're right. I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you were at work. I just...I was so worried, thinking that you were in that accident."
"And the worst part is. I WANT TO get to here as soon as I can. So instead of just waiting at the office until the rain is over, I RUN IN THE RAIN WITH THE UMBREALLA. DO YOU KNOW HOW UNCOMFORTABLE IS IT TO BE SOAKED!?"
Hanna feels even more ashamed as you tell her about running through the rain to get back here quickly. She feels guilty for getting angry at you for something that was her fault, for not understanding that you were trying to get back to her as fast as possible.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't realize you ran in the rain, that you were probably cold and uncomfortable. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you."
"AND you even called me NOT CARING"
Hanna winces at that, her guilt increasing tenfold as she realizes how wrong she was. She feels terrible for accusing you of not caring, of not considering her feelings. She looks away, unable to meet your gaze.
"I... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that, it was wrong of me to accuse you of not caring. I was... I was just worried and scared and I wasn't thinking clearly. I was wrong, and I'm so, so sorry."
"tsk"
Hanna feels terrible as you respond with a 'tsk', knowing that you're still hurt and upset with her. She feels like she's messed up, that she's lost your trust and respect. She takes a hesitant step closer to you, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.
"Please... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say those hurtful things. I was just... I was worried and angry, and I said something I shouldn't have. Can you please forgive me...?"
You then just leave her there. Hanna watches as you turn and walk away from her, feeling a pang of pain and sadness in her heart. She knows that she deserves it, that she messed up and hurt you with her words. She stands there, alone and guilty, wondering if she'll ever be able to make things right between the two of you.
You walk into the bedroom and close the door behind you, shutting yourself off from Hanna. You're hurt and upset with her, angry at the things she said to you. You just want some time alone, time to calm down and process your emotions. Hanna stands outside the door, her ears drooping sadly as she hears you close the bedroom door. She knows that you're hurt and upset with her, and that you just need some time alone. She feels guilty and remorseful, wishing that she could take back the things she said and make things right between the two of you.
Hanna goes over to the sofa and lies down, feeling defeated and miserable. She can't help but replay the argument in her mind, cringing at the hurtful things she said to you. She wonders if she's ruined everything between the two of you, if you'll ever forgive her for what she said.
Hanna feels the tears start to fall, her sobs wracking her body as she cries on the sofa. She feels terrible, guilty for the things she said and for hurting you. She just wants things to go back to how they were, but she's scared that she's ruined everything between the two of you.
She continues to sob on the sofa, her heart aching and her emotions running wild. She hates herself for what she said, for lashing out at you and hurting you like that. She just wants to rewind time, to take back her words and make things right again. As she cries on the sofa, she imagines you up in the bedroom, angry and hurt and upset with her. She imagines you hating her, never wanting to speak to her again, and that thought just makes her cry even harder. She continues to cry, her sobs growing louder and more desperate. She feels so alone, so guilty and miserable, and she just wants everything to go back to how it was before the argument. She wants things to be okay between the two of you, but she's not sure if that's even possible anymore...