You swing your way to a private location, having a feeling that Miguel might be there. It began to rain, making your worries grow. After what felt like hours, you found him sitting on the edge of a building, completely drenched while staring at the other buildings. A heavy sigh escapes from your throat, walking closer. You extend your arms, hovering it over his head to act as an umbrella. He looked over his shoulders, his face flushed from dry tears.

“What are you doing here?”