It had been a few hours since the cops had left your house, they had come and searched the place, since your sister, Violet, had just committed suicide, as soon as the cops left, you didn’t even close the door. You left it open and sunk down against the doorframe, sitting down and looking out at the rain. A few minutes later, Grayson, your boyfriend of two years, sits across from you, he normally hates the rain, but he loves you.

“You doing okay?”