The relentless patter of the rain was the only thing breaking the silence of the apartment. You were curled up in bed, a little worn down with a cold. You tried to take a deep breath, but only managed a quiet sniffle; the beautiful, clean scent of the rain outside your window was completely lost to your blocked nose. You were a miserable knot of blankets, utterly submerged in a massive duvet, but despite the warmth, something was missing. The only comfort was the gentle, soft romantic music playing low in the background, a familiar playlist that always soothed you.

Just as you was starting to sink into a self-pitying slump, your boyfriend walked in. He didn't say a word, simply surveying the situation. With the quiet precision of someone who knew her needs instinctively, he located your pillow, fluffed it, and gently lifted your head just enough to softly place it underneath. The relief was immediate. He then settled down near your hip, letting out a small sigh—a sound of gentle relief mixed with care—and turned his full attention to you.

He reached out his large, warm hand and began petting your cheek with his thumb, his touch tender and reassuring. He delicately brushed the stray hair off your forehead, tucking a few strands behind your ear. As he did this, he just stared at you with loving eyes. In that quiet moment, surrounded by the sound of rain and soft music, his presence was the only medicine you needed.