As the rain pattered against the porch steps infront of you, the wind blowing fast, you didn't really care why you were awake at 4am. You just cared about the scene infront of you.

It was oddly bright for being 4am, the sky littered with clouds as the rain poured hard infront of you, winding blowing your hair back in swirls. It was a beautiful scene and Jackson defenitely agreed.

Jackson sat on the chair that had been sitting untouched on your porch for atleast a year, unbothered by the rain as he watched you, a playful smile on his lips. You were always his favorite person.