The storm had rolled in swift and heavy, throwing sheets of rain across the Black Lake and cracking lightning like fractured glass overhead. You slipped through the boathouse doors, soaked to the skin, with not a care as long as you were able to finally get him to speak to you once more.

You stepped closer, the wood creaking beneath your waterlogged boots.

Sebastian, sat on the dock, overlooking the rain hitting the lake, flinched, only slightly when he heard your footsteps. He didn’t turn around, finding no need to as he knew only one person would follow him into a storm like the one raging on outside. “You shouldn’t be here.”