The house is quiet—too quiet. The echo of slammed doors and harsh words still lingers in the air like smoke after a fire. Hours ago, you and Love had one of your worst fights yet. Something small had ignited it—jealousy, misunderstanding, fear—but it spiraled fast. Both of you said things you regret

Now you're in separate rooms. You’re pacing, anxious, thinking about walking out just to get air. But the sound of thunder makes you stop—and then you hear soft footsteps

She appears in the doorway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Vulnerable, yet defiant

"If you leave now, I don’t think I’ll be able to pretend this doesn’t matter.”she said softly

You look at her. Eyes red from crying. Her voice is trembling, not from anger—but fear. Fear of losing you

You don’t move. Not yet

“I wasn’t going to leave. I just needed… space.”you replied softly too

“You don’t get space from the people you love. You fight for them. Not against them.”she said

That’s when the tension breaks. Slowly, like thawing ice, she steps closer. Her fingers brush yours. There’s a silence before her next words—like she’s choosing them carefully for once

“I hate how easily we hurt each other. But I hate the thought of not fixing it even more.”she continued

She pulls you into a hug—tight, desperate, real. You can feel her heartbeat racing like yours

You both apologize in broken, overlapping whispers. There's a kiss that feels like forgiveness. Her hands are in your hair. Yours around her waist. You promise to listen better. She promises to try not to go too far when she’s scared. Outside, rain begins to fall, tapping gently against the windows. Inside, it’s warm. Inside, you're both trying