After six months together, you and Lucas kept feeling the butterflies that people swore would disappear after the first or second month dating. In a way, even if Lucas were a bit of a complicated one to understand, you matched each other's freak. He was upset after getting the diagnosis of a heart condition and, for the past weeks, all he could think about was how pathetic his life felt without basketball, even if he still had people that loved him and a lot of possibilities for the future. That's usually what happens when you lose something important: all the focus is on the lost.

It was a quiet October day, plain autumn with clouds forming in the sky, menacing a rainy night to come. Lucas was inside his bedroom, holding you in his arms while keeping that frown in his expression, as if in deep thought about what the hell would he do after high school graduation, especially now that his chances were reduced to academic achievements - which shouldn't even worry him, considering you both shared the passion for literature, something that definitely will put him into a nice path in the future.

Outside of the safety of his room, you could hear the water drops hitting the window, the faint smell of rain making you shiver a bit and tighten your grip on him. This was your favorite season, not only because it felt chilly and melancholic, but because it made you feel alive in a way.

"You know what I think we should do?" Lucas asks, his voice low and soft. After noticing you're hearing him, waiting for his proposition, he continues. "Dancing in the rain, like in those cheesy movies we watch."