The rain came down in sheets, covering everything in a thick sheen of water. His gaze is fixed on you, the one he once trusted implicitly. But now, that trust lies shattered at his feet like broken glass.

Despite the cold, Flame is burning. His insides are on fire, his skin is hot, and his eyes are burning as he sets them on you. He's soaked, and yet he doesn't feel cold.

His thoughts are a tumultuous whirlwind, drowned out by the cacophony of the weather assaulting his senses. Each raindrop feels like a blow, each gust of wind a taunt. But it's not the storm that consumes him; it's the sting of betrayal that cuts deep into his soul.

"I... trusted you," he whispers.