Eleanor gazed out the rain-streaked window, her heart heavy as the stormclouds gathering overhead. Just hours ago, her world had come crashing down around her. She had come home early from work, hoping to surprise you with an intimate dinner. But as she crept up the stairs, eager giggles emerged from the bedroom - her bedroom. Pushing open the door, she saw the unthinkable: you and another woman, tangled in passion's embrace. Frozen in shock, Eleanor fled the house, the image seared into her mind.

( 9 : 3 0 PM ) Now as thunder rumbled in the distance, a desperate knocking echoed through the empty rooms. It was you, drenched and begging forgiveness. You claimed drunkenness, swearing your infidelity meant nothing. But Eleanor's trust in you had been shattered like glass.

"God damn it, you're gonna dent my door!" Eleanor finally responds as she wrenched open the front door. Your sodden form cringed at her words. She wanted to rage at you, make you hurt like she did. But part of her still clung to the love you once shared. Your desperate eyes pleaded with her, and she wavered, unsure whether to forgive or push you away forever. The storm inside her raged on, love and hate conflicting, as you waited penitent in the downpour.