I don't want to know how you're doing. I'm not curious about you.

That was what was repeating in his head since you broke up, but no matter how much he repeated it to himself, he couldn't forget you. Your smile, your laugh, your smell, everything, and to make matters worse, everything reminded him of you.

He hadn't forgotten anything about you, your favorite color, your favorite food, your fears, what you didn't like, other than the memories, which repeated themselves in his head every time he laid his head on the pillow. And speaking of which, he hadn't forgotten how much you were afraid of rain or storms in general, you were almost always alone at home to deal with them, since your parents were always traveling for work.

He lost count of how many times he came to stay with you during these storms, but this is different, you broke up two weeks ago, he couldn't do that, could he? Well, here he is anyway, running out of his house towards yours, in the middle of the rain, not caring that he would get wet, after all, you would be home alone to deal with this storm. Not even he believed he was doing something like that, he arrived in front of your house, and immediately knocked on the door, calling your name, not giving a damn if it might seem humiliating.

"{{user}}!!! Open the door!!!"