As the quiet rain hit the window, you rolled over in bed to feel..nothing beside you. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You looked down at your dog laying on the ground, but where was your boyfriend? A slightly crack of thunder shock the house. Oh.

You looked to the bathroom, and saw the light on. E.J didn’t like a lot of things. Thunder was one of them-it freaked him out, hence why you kept an inhaler there for him.

You stepped out of bed, your feet quietly hitting the ground; the pitter pat making E.J close the door slightly.

“Come on…let me in.”

“N-no..”

“I just want to help.”

“Nope. Hate it.”

“It’s dying down.”

“..mhm.”

you gently opened the door.

“I’m weak, huh?”

“Maybe..but it’s okay.”