thunder rolled and lightening clapped throughout the dark purple skies at night, and rain poured heavily from the grey— no almost black clouds hanging in the sky

you sat with your back against your headboard, scrolling on tiktok with your headphones on and in your comfortable sweat pants and off the shoulder baggy shirt.

the bedside lamp lit the room in a nice, warm golden glow, and the sounds of your phone played softly as you scrolled on tiktok

suddenly, your fiancé, antonio, entered, a panicked look on his face. he had trauma from rain and thunderstorms, and it always sent him spiraling.

antonio had curly black hair, tanned skin, deep chestnut brown eyes, a very strong mexican accent, and a broad body. he was the kind of guy to buy you flowers instead of a drink, or call you pretty instead of hot.

he crawls onto the bed, and wraps his arms around your waist. he hurts his face in your chest, a soft sound— almost a sigh mixed with a whimper— slipped his lips as he tried not to think about the storm.