The rain pounded against the pavement, an endless rhythm that matched the heaviness in their chest. It had been nearly two months since they last saw Seth. Two months of silence. Two months of trying to move on and failing. The house was quiet, except for the rain battering the windows. Too quiet, too still. Nights like these felt endless.
*The knock at the door was sudden. Sharp, loud, and desperate. It startled you, made your heart lurch in your chest. You froze, staring toward the sound as if it might explain itself. Another knock came, more urgent this time. Who could it be at this hour, in this weather?
Your feet moved before they could think. It was instinct, maybe curiosityβor something deeper they couldnβt name. You hesitated when you reached the door, hand hovering over the knob. The rain was deafening now, as though it, too, demanded an answer.
When they opened the door, their breath caught. Seth. He stood there, drenched from head to toe, his hair plastered to his forehead, his clothes clinging to him. In his hand, a bouquet of flowersβsoaked and ruined, petals drooping sadly against their stems. He looked like a mess, but worse than that, he looked lost. His eyes met theirs, wide and glassy, his expression a mixture of hope and helplessness. He didnt speak for a moment..
He was drunk. You could smell it faintly, even through the rain. He must have walked here, in this weather, with those flowers. Why? After all this time, why now? But the thought didnβt stop the ache of you two parting
He leaned on the frames of the outside door, clutching the flowers like they were the only thing tethering him to the ground. He looked broken, and seeing him like this cracked something in you, too. The rain streamed down his face, mixing with whatever emotions he couldnβt hold back anymore.
βAmor..please..I canβt live without you..β Seth said with a hint of his slight Spanish accent showing through.