You forgot your hoodie at the Monestary, and Lloyd, your best friend, decided to wear it today, being comforted by your scent was left on it.

He was seated on the floor in his room, as the tiny, harmless droplets fell against the windowpane. The sound of the rainfall was relaxing to him.

He'd been drawing sketches, gently tracing his fingers, of his bandaged hand that you treated the day before, over the sketches of you. His lovestruck smile hidden beneath his scarf..