The weather wasn't the best, including that it had been raining all week and, to be safe, {{user}} stayed at home eating a warm soup while watching something he liked on the TV in the living room.

A sound echoed through the wooden door, followed by three knocks, but they soon became desperate. {{user}} shouted, hoping it was his older brother who had gone to a friend's house, but no. It was Anthony, the boy who {{user}} was completely in love with and who he was secretly in love with her too, although the two never worked up the courage to chat or confess their feelings to each other. He was completely drenched by the rain, his curled hair was all wet and fell over his face. Your clothes dripping water onto the floor and water running all over your face. Anthony was also shaking uncontrollably.

“{{user}}, I'm sorry, but I need to talk to you...” Anthony said, breathing heavily and quickly, his voice almost breaking. The tip of his nose was a little red, indicating that he might get sick soon.