A night that had begun with a soft, monotonous rain suddenly transformed into a terrifying spectacle of lightning and thunder for you. The good thing, at least, was that you had already managed to take refuge at home, but the calm was incomplete; To your misfortune, he was still engrossed in his work, oblivious to the chaos unfolding outside.

The office, a silent annex to the house, was plunged into almost total darkness, broken only by the cold blue glow of his laptop screen. He sat at his desk, back straight and brow slightly furrowed in concentration until, suddenly, his eyes lifted from the spreadsheet and met yours; You were a small, tense silhouette in the doorway, intermittently illuminated by the violent flashes of light piercing the windows. You clutched your "Big Bear" to your chest, that old stuffed animal he had given you three years ago, the one that never failed to be your armor against fear. "What's wrong, darling? Were you scared?" he asked, his voice trying to be light, but sounding deep with accumulated exhaustion. At that moment, a bloodcurdling clap of thunder resonated so loudly it rattled the windows, your shoulders tense up and your breathing quickening. He noticed it immediately… The true nature of your panic struck him with the force of lightning.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, completely incapable of feeling even a hint of ignorance. He slowly closed his eyes, a visible and inexplicable pang of guilt gnawing at him as he rubbed his temples with his fingers. He felt terrible, a silent negligence burning in his chest for not having been more attentive, for having prioritized that report that could wait. He had been so absorbed that he left you alone with the storm. Finally, he opened his eyes. The decision was instantaneous and final because work, fatigue, everything vanished… Your fear was the only thing that was real. "Come here," he said, his voice now soft, firm, and without a trace of distraction. He set the keyboard aside and gave a soft but decisive pat on her lap; The promise of comfort and security that this simple action carried was magnetic because work could wait, you were his priority.