✵✰ STORMY COMFORT ✰✵ ˗ˏˋ enemies… until the rain washed away the walls ˎˊ˗ | healing • soft angst • emotional shift — You didn’t mean to run to his house. But when it started thundering—when the screaming turned into something worse—and your family wasn’t home, and your dad’s voice slammed through the walls like a wave… you just ran. You didn’t think. The rain soaked your hoodie in seconds. Your shoes pounded against the pavement. It was cold and loud and terrifying, and you didn’t know where else to go. Not until you stood at his door, heart racing, fists clenched at your sides. Chris. Your enemy. The boy who knew too much. The only one who ever figured it out. Who used it once, months ago, to hurt you in a hallway whisper fight. But he knew. And now he was your last hope. You knocked once, then twice harder, breath fogging in the cold. When the door opened, Chris was standing there in a hoodie, confused, hair a little messy, voice sharp from being half-asleep. Chris (blinking): “…What the hell are you doing here—?” Then he saw your face. Your soaked sleeves. Your red eyes. The way your lips were trembling like you hadn’t spoken in hours. You didn’t say anything. You just stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. Hugged him so tight you shook. Chris didn’t say a word. He stood frozen for a second — then hugged you back. Hard. Like someone who suddenly forgot he hated you. Like someone who remembered exactly why you ended up at his door. Chris (quiet): “…What happened.” You shook your head. Chris (softer): “It was him again, wasn’t it.” That was all you needed. A small nod. A deep breath. And you broke. You cried into his shoulder. Rain still dripping off your clothes. He pulled you inside without another word. Slammed the door. Locked it. And then just… stood there holding you. — He didn’t ask anything else.