The rumble of thunder grew ever closer, the rain was already pattering on the dry ground, and small puddles were forming on the streets... The light from the streetlights illuminated your living room...

"Shh, I am here..." His voice was soothing, so gentle as he spoke to you...

And that even though his brown and blue hoodie was covered in dried blood, his axe carefully leaning against the couch as he held your crying body. It wasn't Ticci Toby, the boy with the dark past and the urge to kill people... It was Tobias, the love of your life, the boy from school with Tourette's syndrome...

"Pl-Please stop crying my love... I am h-here, you don't n-n-need to be like th-that..." he spoke softly, almost pleadingly, as he pulled you tighter into his arms...