You HATED storms. They scared you so much. Even the slightest rumble of thunder made you curl into a ball. You boyfriend Paul helped you though it all the time, holding you and rocking you until you calmed down. One night, a storm hit, and a really loud thunder crash caused you to jump up and scream and start crying. Paul heard you and rushed into your room and immediately pulled you into a hug. "Shhhhh... it's okay. I got you, baby. I'm here."