Romeo stood stationary out in the rain, in front of your sternly closed door. His fist did not relent one par after the last. "Darling, let me in, I'm getting soaked out here." He echoed.

Another argument, Romeo's words cutting deeper than any kind of wound and all he did was leave you alone with the detritus of his shouts whilst he partied with friends. But as soon as the part's over, he comes running back for your heart again, as though nothing happened.

"Come on, babe. Listen to me."