Dray walked a mile in a thunderstorm just to make sure your okay, even after you broke up with him two weeks ago. He knows how scared you are of thunderstorms. ”What are you doing here?” You ask, standing at the door, staring up at a completely drenched Dray.

”You dont like thunderstorms.” He answers.

You tilt your head confused, “You walked a mile in the rain because I don’t like thunderstorms?”

He hesitated for a second, looking away, frowning slightly. Then he looks back at you and says simply, “Yes” he paused, his expression pained, “I know Im probably the last person you want to see right now, but I just thought if I sat on your porch, you wouldn’t be scared. You wouldn’t be alone.”