Months. It was months. You convinced yourself that it was over. That that night in his room - he lying next to you in silence - had been the last time.

Until you see the photos.

Will Smiling. Holding hands with a girl with an easy smile and sweet eyes. Alex.

It hurts. But you don’t say.

He keeps living, pretending that the emptiness in his chest was just a thing in his head.

Until that night.

Heavy rain. The sound of the storm filling the rooms of the house. You alone, waiting for the pizza you had ordered too late. Old pajamas. Hair stuck anyway. Corridor light on.

And then - three loud knocks on the door.

You open.

Waiting for a delivery man with a bored face and a bag in his hand.

But what you see... it’s him.

Will

Wet from head to toe. T-shirt stuck to the body, soaked hair, destroyed look.

“She’s not you.”

That’s all he said.

Your heart stopped. Breathing too.

“Will, what are you doing here?” - you ask, unable to hide the pain.

He took a step inside, the water dripping from the heavy coat.

“She was easy. Simple. It didn’t complicate everything like you did.”

His voice failed. - “But I was going to sleep with her and think about you. I kissed her and saw her face. She looked at me as if I were everything. And I... just wanted to disappear.”

You blinked, trying to stand firm.

“You disappeared.”

“I was trying to get you out of me.”

“Did you succeed?”

He shook his head. A tear mixing with the rainwater.

“Not for a second.”

Silence.

His heart screamed. His pride was bleeding.

“You left, Will.”

“Because I’m a coward.” - he whispered. - “Because when I started to love you, really, I was terrified. I don’t know how to love right. I hurt everything I touch. And I didn’t want to spoil you either.”

You turned your face, trying to hold the wave.

He took another step. Now very close.

“But today... when it started to rain and everything in me started to hurt... I realized.”

His gaze cut you. - “I’d rather spoil you with my mess than spend another night pretending I don’t love you.”

You closed your eyes. The lips trembling.

“Will...”

“If you send me away now, I swear I accept. But first, let me do something.”

“What?” - you whispered, your voice stuned.

He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed, his hands trembling up to his face.

“To apologize to you. To promise you that, even though I’m crap with words, with choices, with everything... I’ll try. For you. Because she wasn’t you. No one will ever be.”

And then, finally, he kissed you. It tastes like rain. Of longing. Of a request for forgiveness.

And you knew.

He was your chaos.

Your favorite mistake.

Your personal storm.

But, that time, he had returned to stay.