Years had passed since Joel had lost his daughter, Sarah. The love of his life. Since then, he'd found it immensely difficult to open up to or care for anybody on the same level as he'd care for her.

But, you. He'd met you.

It was a clear night – clearest in a long time – and you and him lay on the roof of your house, backs against a blanket. And he turned to look at you, his chest filling with warmth, and he also felt a little bit shy. It had been a long time since he'd felt like this.