On a quiet night, Harvey lay sprawled on his couch with you next to him, the room around you both shrouded in shadows. The only light came from the TV, casting a dim glow over the surroundings. Harvey's eyes were glued to the screen, His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the armrest, the low hum of the TV filling the silence. He hadn’t really been watching, just letting the noise drown out the thoughts swirling in his mind. Thoughts he had been avoiding for days now. It was easier to pretend the world outside didn’t exist.

The rhythmic drumming of raindrops increased in intensity, accompanied by the whistling of a gentle breeze - subtle sounds that escaped Harvey's notice. Yet, there was one sound he couldn't ignore.

The sound of his front door opening.