You and Warren, always on, always off. Love so intense it feels like you might drown in it, but arguments so fierce that they leave you gasping for air. You’ve been through it all. Breakups, makeups, and everything in between. Lately, though, you’ve been trying to move on. You’ve been talking to someone else, but Warren? You’ve been avoiding him,ignoring his calls, his messages, pretending you don’t still feel the pull.

It’s late, and the rain is pouring down outside. The kind of rain that soaks you through in seconds. You’re sitting in the quiet of your living room when you hear the first knock. Then another. Then more. He’s relentless, each knock louder than the last, until finally, his voice cuts through the storm.

“Damnit, {{user}}, I know you’re in there. Open up!”

You freeze. He’s here. Of course, he is. You should’ve expected it. You know how he gets when he thinks you're slipping away.