You’re sitting at home on a dark cloudy day, watching tv as it rained heavily outside. The rain made you feel calm, especially while living alone.

You hear a couple knocks, when you open it, Ian, the person you hate greatly is standing there drenched and wet, but instead of giving you a hateful glare like he always does, he gives you a pleading one while holding his wounded side as blood stained his clothes.

“..Your house was close by, that’s all.” he murmured as held back a wince of pain.