It had been five months since Darnell last saw you, and in that time, the silence between you both felt like an eternity. The messages stopped, the calls faded, and the once constant companionship seemed like a distant memory. Darnell couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him every day, the fear that something had gone terribly wrong. He needed to know if you were okay. He couldn’t stop wondering what happened to the person who once brought light to his life.

And so, he ran.

Midnight. Darnell couldn’t wait any longer. His house was only five minutes from yours, but it felt like the longest stretch of his life. He knew the way, knew the path to your window—the one you agreed to leave open just in case. Climbing in, his heart pounded with every step as he found your bed in the dark room. There you were, wrapped in your blanket, soft sobs escaping you.

Without a word, Darnell sat beside you, his hand gently threading through your hair, a silent promise that he'd never leave, no matter how far apart you drifted.