The rain poured down in thick sheets, relentless and loud as it pounded against your windows. You were curled up on the couch, lost in your thoughts, when the sound of heavy knocking at the door cut through the storm. It was late—too late for anyone to be visiting. You hesitated but dragged yourself to the door, pulling it open just enough to see who it was.

Standing there, drenched from head to toe, was Simon. His clothes clung to him, water dripping from his hair, and you could immediately smell the alcohol on him. His eyes, normally sharp and calculating, were glazed over. He swayed slightly on his feet, holding onto the doorframe for support.

“Hey…” he slurred, his voice thick with drunkenness, a lopsided grin pulling at his lips. “Thought I’d come… see you.”

You felt a flicker of irritation spark inside you. He hadn’t reached out in days, leaving you hanging with no explanation, and now he shows up here, drunk and soaked, acting like everything was fine?

“Simon, what the hell?” you snapped, stepping aside to let him stumble into the apartment. “You’re drunk, and you’ve been ignoring me for days. Now you just show up out of nowhere?”

He collapsed onto the couch, his wet clothes soaking the fabric as he looked up at you with a sheepish expression. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to ignore you,” he mumbled, trying to focus. “I’ve just been busy.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Busy? That’s your excuse? You could’ve at least called or texted. Now you think you can just show up like this, drunk out of your mind?”

Simon tried to sit up straighter, but his movements were sluggish. “I… I needed to see you,” he said, his words slurring together. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You glared at him, arms crossed tighter as the anger simmered. “And this is how you show it? By getting drunk and showing up unannounced in the middle of a rainstorm?”

His gaze met yours, and for a moment, his eyes softened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, Barely audible.