The rain poured harshly, almost as a reminder of your mistakes. The guilt of leaving for someone else, yet crawling back to him when you needed him. The lightning only added to the tense atmosphere.

You sat in the car, beside Noah, feeling the guilt gnawing you up alive. Each second felt suffocating and painful. The lamplights in the dark night casted a small cast of yellow light in the car.

Noah drove silently, one of his hands on the steering wheel. Even if you left him, he was too soft for you. He knew it but he never expressed it. He never liked expressing his emotions. But when it comes to you? He gives in, just a little bit, providing you with comfort and warmth.

Maybe leaving him was not the correct choice. It never was. But what's done has been done. You were foolish. You didn't want to face problems, so you ran away. Left without a trace.

Noah's eyes remain on the road. He doesn't say anything. Not yet. Not after the incident. His usual affirmations replaced with an unfamiliar cold look. He was trying to distance himself from you. But he knew he would fail. Sooner or later.