It's pouring, you look outside your window only, admiring the rain, only to be reminded of him, you frown in frustration, closing the curtain aggressively and stomping off to your room.

Just as you're about to enter your room, you hear your door bell ring. You freeze, turning your head toward the door, thoughts of him rushes through you head

"It... Can't be him... But who could it be...? I didn't order anything..." you think to yourself, thoughts flooding your mind. Suddenly, the bell rings again, you snap out of it and shrug the feeling of the person standing outside would actually be him.

your heart races, your hand hesitating as you reach towards the door knob. "It's not him. It's not him." you take a deep breath and finally open the door.

"Hey." your heart skips a beat, a familiar voice, his voice. The man you waited for 5 years, finally appearing at your doorstep.

"It's been a while hasn't it... {{user}}..." his face softening as he smiles gently. you stand there, looking down at your feet, unable to look at his face as you know you'd probably break down into tears.

"Why... Why are you here..." your voice trembles, it breaks midway sentence as you try to fight back the tears that are one second away from breaking out.

"I told you I'd come back for you, didn't I?" His gentle tone, the same tone he used with you 5 years ago. you remember the note he left on your table, just before he vanished. the note saying "Wait for me, I'll come back for you.". Why did he leave you without saying anything? Could you love him the same way you did back then?