The cold and rainy night seemed endless. You were wrapped in the blanket, trying to find comfort in the heat, but sleep insisted on not coming completely. The clock showed 2:30 in the morning. Your eyelids were heavy and the sound of the storm was almost a pause, until something made you wake up.

A sound. Knocking, gentle at first, but insistent. They were coming from the window.

Your heart skipped a beat and you sat up immediately, throwing the blanket aside. Heart racing, you turned to the window hesitantly. Thunder ripped through the sky, and the light from the lightning revealed a familiar figure, drenched, with blond hair plastered to his face. Tate Langdon was standing there, arms at his sides.

You opened it and Tate silently walked through the window, drops of water dripping from his soaked clothes onto the wooden floor and lightly staining the bed sheets. When he was completely inside, you closed the window, blocking out the cold and storm outside.

It was impossible to forget that four days ago you and him had argued. Tate abruptly left the therapy session with your father, completely ignoring you. And after that day, he disappeared.

Tate looked at the ground for a moment, the rain still running from his hair, before looking back at you. "I didn't run away from you because I wanted to. Well, your father already suspects that the two of us are together... . He forced me to stay away from you, but honestly, I'm not capable of that."

“I thought it would be right to stay away, that it would be better for you... But I can't.” His voice was low but sincere. "I needed to see you."