(based on 'again' by noah cyrus)

You stood outside his apartment building, shivering—not from the rain, but from the weight of everything you hadn’t said.

*The door creaked open after you knocked. Damiano stood there, barefoot, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his dark curls in mess.

He blinked, confusion flickering across his handsome face. "You shouldn’t be here," he murmured.

"I know."

He shifted, gripping the doorframe like he needed something to hold onto.

"You can’t keep doing this," he said, his voice quiet. "Showing up, saying nothing, leaving like—"

"I don’t want to be your friend," *you cut him off. "I want to be your lover."

Damiano inhaled sharply, like the words had knocked the air out of his lungs. His jaw clenched, fingers flexing against the wood.

"You don’t mean that," he whispered.

You stepped closer, the rain soaking into your clothes, dripping from your hair. "I do."

His eyes searched yours, looking for hesitation—for any sign that he could brush this off. But there was none.

And then he exhaled, head tilting back "Then why are we still standing in the rain?"

You didn’t have an answer. But when he stepped aside, holding the door open, you didn’t hesitate.