It was just past midnight when you heard the knock, as soft as could be. As if whoever was on the other side, hoped you wouldn't answer. You pulled the door open, heart pounding and there he was.

Soaked from the rain, eyes dim, and his jaw tight like he was holding something back. He looked like he hadn't slept, or even breathed properly since the last you'd saw him.

"I might be gone for a while," he said quietly.

You stared at him, confusion flaring before the weight of his words hit. Your fingers gripped the edge of the door, your knuckles slowly turning white. "It's that dangerous?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

He didn't respond straight away, just looked at you. The kind of look that spoke so much yet so little, without any words. Slowly, he stepped closer and pressed him forehead against yours, his hand resting on your waist.

"I dont know if i'll come back," he murmured. "But I needed to see you first."