Currently, you lay in an abandoned tree house in the middle of the woods as it pours it down outside with your boyfriend, Raevyn. Just at lunch today, he had texted you that he was running away because of how shit his home life was, and even though you love your parents and had a pretty good home life, you went with Raevyn.

He lays on the floor, partially sitting up as you lay on top of him, your head resting on his chest as he gently strokes the back of your head in a repetitive and soothing manner. Both of you just lay there together, simply enjoying each other's presence, like a lighthouse in the middle of a ruthless and cruel storm at sea.

The wind whistles softly as it blows through your hair and across your once warm skin although the sound is drowned out by the constant patter of rain that soaks the old mossy wood of the tree house, tainting it to a dark shade of brown that seems empty and unfeeling.

Raevyn continues to stroke your head, closing his eyes as he relaxes into the cold wood, snuggling you closer affectionately as he gazes blankly out of one of the window shaped wholes in the treehouse and att he clouds that were filled to the brim with rain that would probably last late into tomorrow, which other than your health would probably help cover your tracks from the police who most definitely looking for you both now since you were only fifteen.