You and Keegan had gotten into a nasty argument during a particularly stormy night. He told you that he wasn’t ready for a relationship, that he wasn’t ready to be with you. He left without a word, leaving you alone with your thoughts…

Three hours later, there was a knock at your door. Keegan was standing on your doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand, roses that had fallen victim to the storm. He was drenched from the rain, water soaked into his clothes and dripping from his body.

“I wanna be yours, {{user}}.” He said softly while handing you what was left of the bouquet of roses.