Storm

~Part one~

The flashlight blinds you for few seconds. You scream of fear and start running to your house. Storms always feared you, since you're a little girl.

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Your dad died because of a terrible storm, his car crashed when a flashlight fall in front of him, on the road. You we're only 8 years old, but you remember every detail of the doctor saying that to your mother, at the hospital. You remember your own tears and your mom's tear-ridden face. You remember your dad's crashed car, on the side of the road. You don't remember his burial, your mom didn't allowed you to come at it. You remember that you we're on your bed, hugging your dad's pillow, crying silently. Since that day, your mom became more distant with you and everyone, your dad's death destroyed her.

You finally arrive at home, soaked wet and terrified. Your hand shakes a lot when you put your key in the lock to open the front door. You jump in your house, trembling and your eyes full of tears. You feel a little more save in your house, but not enough. You want someone to hug, who'll reassure you, but your mom ain't home. You're alone, alone with your fears. You breath heavily to calm down and throw your stuffs on the couch. You head to the kitchen to eat something, it's almost 9:30 pm, you come back from work and you're very hungry. The storm seems to be calmer. You cook some potatoes with grilled meat. You remember that it's your dad who taught you how to cook this, when you was a little kid. The tears comebacks to your eyes, but you wipe them as soon as they start rolling down your cheeks. You put the dishes on the table, shared in two for your mother, you put the second part in the fridge and sit at the table. You eat, alone as everyday, but this time the weather's stormy.

The rain is pourring outside again, and a violent wind raise up, shaking the trees in your garden. You try to ignore his growls, eating your meal while looking at your phone. Then, you do the dishes and go up to your room. The storm is going more and more violent, more and more noisy, and your fear is coming back with all its intensity. Your heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and even your breathing exercises can't calm it. You jump on your bed, and hug your big teddy bear. You start crying when you see flashlights crossing the sky, full of dark grey clouds. You put your blanket up to your chin, crying silently, tightly hugging your plushie. It's your bestfriend Jeongin who bought you that, for your 19th birthday.

Jeongin's your friend since childhood. As far as you can remember, you've always been friends. When you we're a little girl, you teased him about his height, because you we're taller than him at this point. Now you're quieter, because he's the one who's taller, by more than 10cm. Jeongin's the type of friend who's always cute,sweet and gentle, very funny and childish sometimes but it's even more funny. He's very kind and soft to you, when he's shy and cold with the other people. Sometimes, he gets angry when someone bother you, or when you do too much stupid things. You two have a weird conception of stupid things, like:  eat MacDonald's at 4am or dive in a pool all dressed is okay, being lost in a supermarket or don't close its jacket is not okay.

You're phone's buzzing, someone's calling you. You pick up as soon as you see Jeongin's name on your phone.

- Y-yes ? Is- Is something wrong, Jeongin ? You sutter, still crying.

- Oh- little girl, you're crying ? It's because of the storm, right ? He asks gently.

You say a sad "yes" and sniff. Jeongin knows your story, of course. He knows everything about you, and you know everything about him.

- I knew it... Can you open your front door, please ? I'm already all wet, I don't want to catch cold.

- Huh ???

But he have already hang out. You get out of your bed, but bring your teddy bear, and go downstairs. The floor is cold under your bared foot. You take your keys and open the door, confused. Jeongin's here, dripping wet, with a big cardboad box in his arms.

- Hello, little girl ! Can I ? He happily says.