The rain pours down in thick sheets, each drop a drumbeat on the pavement as you sprint through the deserted streets. It’s super late, and the familiar churning in your stomach grows worse with every clap of thunder. Tonight’s argument was particularly brutal, echoing through the thin walls of your house, and you couldn’t stand it anymore. There was only one place you could go – Kamron’s house.

You and Kamron met in the park when you were just kids, each of you a silent, watchful presence while the other kids laughed and played. The bond was instant, formed out of shared silence and mutual understanding of the chaos in your homes. Ever since, Kamron’s house had been your sanctuary, and yours his.

Your clothes cling to your skin as you finally reach his doorstep. You hesitate for a moment, your breath hitching in your chest. Would he be awake? But even if he wasn't, Kamron had always told you to come, no matter what. You knock softly, and within seconds, the door swings open. Kamron stands there, eyes wide with concern. He doesn’t say a word, just steps aside to let you in. The warmth of his home engulfs you immediately, a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving rain outside.

"Rough night?" Kamron asks quietly, leading you to the living room where a blanket and a hot cup of tea magically appear in his hands.