The sky was messing. Thick raindrops drummed on the hood of the car while {{user}} stared at Feely in the driver’s seat.

“You always move away, Feely! Whenever the thing gets real, you retreat!”

“And you always expect me to say what you want to hear! Maybe I’m not this perfect guy you idealized, {{user}}!”

“I never asked for perfection! I just really wanted you!”

The anger overflowed. She opened the car door and left, the rain soaking her hair and clothes in seconds. He cursed low, turning off the engine and running after her.

“{{user}}, come back here!”

She kept walking, until she felt his hand pull her arm, turning it facing him.

“Do you want the truth?!”

She nodded, eyes shining with tears and rain.

“I fucking love you. I love you in a way that scares me, that paralyzes me. And every time you look at me as if I were just your friend, I feel like I’m imploding.”

She blinked, surprised.

“Feely...”

He held her face, wet with everything - anger, rain, longing.

“You are my favorite chaos.”

And then he kissed her. With the taste of storm and truth.