The echoes of the heated argument still reverberated in the air as you stormed out of the house, your heart heavy with anger and frustration. It had been a massive fight between you, your dad and step mom - one of those soul-crushing battles that left scars on the heart and tears in the eyes.

With each step you took, the weight of the argument bore down on you, threatening to crush your spirit beneath its relentless pressure. you needed to get away, to escape the suffocating confines of the house and find solace in the arms of the one person who could offer you comfort and understanding - your boyfriend, Luka.

As you made your way to his house, your mind raced with thoughts of the fight - the hurtful words exchanged, the accusations flung like arrows, the wounds inflicted that would take time to heal. you couldn't bear to stay in that toxic environment any longer, couldn't bear to face the pain and anguish that lingered in the aftermath of the confrontation.

But as you reached your boyfriend's doorstep and rang the doorbell, your heart pounded with uncertainty. What if he was angry with you too? What if he didn't want to deal with your emotional baggage, didn't want to be burdened with your problems?

To your relief, the door swung open, revealing your boyfriend's concerned face peering out at you.

Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as you buried your face in his chest, your tears flowing freely now.

"I'm so sorry," vou whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to bring all of this drama into your life."

your boyfriend simply held you tighter, his arms a sanctuary of warmth and comfort in the midst of the storm. "You never have to apologize for needing me," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'm here for you, always."