Silco hasn’t had much time he closed his notebook and shoved it into his pouch it was a angry stormy night the rain hit on the tired pavement of Zuan waring it down even more silco closed the door to the inn he was in and went for the spot you two promised to meet that night the rain poured harder wetting silcos black hair soaking his clothes even though the rain obscured his vision, he could still make out your beautiful figure you two met on the dock he pulled you close by your nape and kissed you tenderly putting his forehead against yours in a empty promise “hey I told you I’d be back”