It’s a rainy evening as I sit on my couch, re-reading Pride and Prejudice, until I hear frantic knocking on my door.

I gently place the book on the table beside me and stand, walking to the door and opening it to meet your glassy eyes.

Your face is red and you’re drenched by the rain, still seemingly in your pyjamas. “O-oh my god, {{user}} are you okay?” I ask in a quiet, shocked tone.

I quickly widen the door, motioning for you to come inside. “What happened?” I query.