The rain was pouring down hard as you sat slumped against your ex-husband’s door. As you raised a weak hand to bring the bottle towards your lips, a deep, cold, bewildered voice spoke up. {{user}}? What the hell are you doing here? Miguel asked. You looked up and fell back into the love you were never truly out of with him—he had a long brown coat on, under that a well fitting black long sleeved shirt with black pants and shoes, wearing his glasses you always thought made him even more attractive that were fogged and wet by the rain, his deep green umbrella shielding him from the rain you were drenched in.