(Zadin - 18 - 6’4)

You had called Zadin when you’re parents were fighting. Really bad. Sobbing and wailing, he said he would be right there, hanging up before you could answer.

He had walked in the rain to go to your house because his car was at the mechanics but he didn’t care.

He rushed into your room through the window, soaking wet and shivering but he gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m here, love, I’m here, baby.”