Crashing thunder roaring furiously, sizzling, electrifying lightning zipping across the night sky.

You're sat on the couch. Your knees up to your chest as you're hugging them.

Candles all around the room, the only source of light, apart from flashes of lightning shining through the curtains.

It feels like you're a child again, scared for your life. And it's just some stupid storm.

You flinch, this time from loud banging on your door. Few deep breaths and you walk towards the door.

"What are you doing here?" You ask as soon as your eyes land on Simon, drenched from head to toe.

You and Simon broke up about a month ago. As distance, with him being away on missions, was hard to handle for both of you, you called it quits. You were scared he wouldn't come back, he was scared somebody would use you against him.

"You don't like thunderstorms." He answered, hands showed in his jacket pockets.

You tilted your head, confused "You walked a mile in the rain because I don't like thunderstorms?"

For a second he hesitated, looking away "Yes," finally meeting your eyes came an answer, he frawned slightly "I know, I am probably the last person you want to see right now, but I just thought if I sat on your porch, you wouldn't be scared. You wouldn't be alone."