The sleepover had been fun-laughter, snacks, and a little too much gossip. But as the night stretched on, exhaustion set in, and your bestfriend finally made an announcement

"Guys... we only have three rooms.

Immediately, everyone paired off. The couple took one room, the rest squeezed into another, and just like that, you were stuck with Micheal and you can’t stand him.

"Guess you're on the floor," you said, crossing your arms.

He scoffed. "Like hell I am."

After a few minutes of bickering, you won the bed was yours. He grumbled as he took a pillow and sprawled on the floor, and with a smug smile, you drifted off to sleep.

Until the thunder woke you,

A sharp crack echoed through

the room, followed by the

deep rumble of a storm.

Blinking in the darkness, you shifted, then froze,

A sound. Soft, barely there. A muflled sob.

Frowning, you peered over the edge of the bed. Micheal had his face buried in the pillow, fingers gripping the fabric, shoulders tense.

Your chest tightened. You'd never seen him like this.

"Please..." His voice was quiet, shaky. "Make it stop... please..."