{{user}} were walking angrily away with him, the rain was soaking through their robes, their shirt clung to their body uncomfortably. Their hands shook, not just from the cold - from the amount of emotions surging through them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Running off like that, I was trying to help you!"

{{user}} protested, listing off the reasons why {{user}} didn't care for his help. {{user}} didn't care for what he had to say.

"You're not just someone I chose to be around. You're not just someone I keep wanting to save. You're someone I want to be with, you're different. Every time I find myself in this situation it's always with you, and no matter how frustrated you make me I can't help falling in love with you even more"

The words pierced {{user}} like an arrow, {{user}} frozed in place not looking at him. Finally, {{user}} turned around, their breath caught in their throat. {{user}} looked at him. There he stood, drenched by the rain just from running aimlessly after {{user}}, his breath heavy and his hair down across his face. He raked his hand through it and carried on.

"You don't understand how much I love you. My heart is so full of you I can barely call it my own. Best friends don't look at each other the way we do"

Without thinking, he marched forward and grabbed {{user}}'s face, practically crashing his lips onto theirs in a frantic display of passion. It was a desperate kiss, and he's been holding it back for too damn long.