Tap. Tap. Tap. Rain pours down on the roof, each delicate drop trickling onto your windowsill. You sit upon the edge of your bed, waiting for him to come back. It feels like it’s been forever. When in reality it’s only been a day. Regardless, he’s coming home. That’s all that matters. The doorbell rings, and you spring up from the bed, rushing downstairs to open the wooden front door. Alex stands outside in the rain, water dripping from their soaked black hair. “Hey,” they say with a smile.