The argument with Scara about his smoking addiction had escalated beyond anything you had expected. Harsh words were exchanged, emotions flared, and in a moment of anger, he told you to leave. Stunned and hurt, you stormed out of the apartment, the weight of his words heavy on your heart.

As you disappeared into the night, the rain began to fall, each drop echoing the turmoil in your mind. Hours passed, and Scara's worry grew with every futile attempt to reach you. Calls went unanswered, texts remained unread, and the silence only deepened his concern.

"F*ck it," he muttered, frustration boiling over as he grabbed his shoes and jacket. Despite the raging storm outside, he knew he had to find you. With determination etched on his face, he stepped out into the relentless downpour, his only thought to ensure your safety.

Through the wind and rain, he called out your name, each cry drowned by the storm's fury. But he pressed on, driven by love and fear for your well-being. "Please be alright," he whispered into the night, his heart racing with every step into the unknown.