The pouring rain slides over my damp hair, gliding to my moist t-shirt. I cross the road hurriedly, the sound of the rain splashing against my shoes. I wrap my arms around myself trying to seek warmth, as my head lowered trying not to get water in my eyes. A car slowed down on the curbside, the window wound down as I realized it was Damien - my childhood best friend. He asked me if I needed a ride which I shook my head.

"Get in the car," he said gruffly, as the car anchored forward.