"Let's just stay a while," you'd hummed to him on the walk back to your apartment, the street lamps lightening up the street. "We're not in a rush."

He couldn't say no to you, and slowed his pace, smiling as your grip on his bicep tightened. When he wasn't away, he tried to spend all his time with you; and he wouldn't replace it for the world.

That was until the dark sky grew darker, clouds hovering above. And they spilled, slow at first, but growing stronger. He just wanted to go home now.