One day, Keegan and I had a big fight. You were very offended with him that you left home indefinitely. You didn't break up, no, but you left. So let's say a little break. You didn't call him, you didn't text him. I didn't know what was wrong with him. Until one evening I heard a knock on the door. It was already midnight, so you had no idea who might be there. You opened the door. Keegan stood in the doorway, soaked from the rain. There was a crumpled bouquet of flowers in his hands, despair and regret on his face. He smelled of alcohol, which never happened at all.

-I'm sorry, honey.!

He began on high notes, stretching out his hand to try to touch you. You were the sun in his life. His blue eyes were trembling, as if he doubted whether he dared to touch such a light as you with his darkness.

-I can't live without you..