After Chatting for a while I look at the clock, "it's late I should leave now" Danny nods "I will drop u, let's go".
The rain poured mercilessly, drumming against the umbrella Danny held between us. We were both huddled close under the tiny fabric, shoulders brushing, breath fogging the chilly air.
"Hey... did you hear that?" I whispered, glancing around.
He tilted his head, a small frown forming. "No, I didn't. It's probably just the rain. No one in their right mind would be out here right now."
I bit my lip, unease prickling up my spine, but stayed silent.
We continued walking... until a sudden, sharp noise broke through the downpour.
I froze, whipping around—only to see a man standing behind us. A glint of metal in his hand caught the faint streetlight.
Before I could even react, Danny moved—swift, fierce—pushing me behind him. His body shielded mine completely as he faced the stranger.
"What do you want?" Danny said, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
The man sneered. "Leave the girl. Walk away. I'll let you go."
Danny let out a cold chuckle. "Not happening."
The man lunged, and the world blurred into chaos.
Danny moved like lightning, dodging the blade. I saw a flash of red — blood. His arm had been grazed. Yet without missing a beat, he disarmed the attacker with a sharp, practiced movement. The knife clattered to the ground, snapping from the force.
The man paled and fled into the shadows, swallowed by the night.
I rushed to Danny, heart pounding so loudly it nearly deafened me. Tears burned my eyes as I grabbed his bleeding arm.
"Let me see! Danny, it's deep!" I cried, panic rising.
He tried to wave me off, offering a weak, boyish smile. "It's nothing, just a scratch."
"It's not a scratch!" I scolded, tugging him urgently. "Come on, back to your house. Now. Please!"
Without waiting for his response, I pulled him through the rain. His fingers tightened around my waist, grounding me.
"It's not your fault," he murmured when he saw the guilt swimming in my eyes. "You didn't cause this."
But the shame twisted inside me like a knife of its own. I stopped suddenly, gripping his shirt. Without thinking—without planning—I yanked him closer by the collar, the rain pouring between us.
"It was my fault!" I blurted out.
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. You could've run. You should have run!"
His jaw clenched. His hands pressed tighter around my waist, holding me so close I could feel the furious pounding of his heart.
"Are you stupid?" he hissed, his eyes burning into mine. "Do you think I would leave you? I'd never leave you, you idiot!"
I tried to look away, but he caught my chin gently, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"You're not a stranger to me," he said, voice rough and low. "And you're not just a friend, either."
For a heartbeat, time stopped.
The rain blurred into background noise.
His hand cradled my face, his thumb brushing away the raindrops clinging to my cheek.
"You're..." he whispered, his forehead leaning against mine, "someone special."
Something inside me shattered—in the best possible way. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, wings frantic and wild.
Without thinking, I surged up onto my toes, and he met me halfway.
Our lips crashed together — a kiss desperate, intense, aching with every emotion we had bottled up till now.
His hand slid up to cup the back of my head, fingers tangling in my rain-soaked hair as he deepened the kiss.
The umbrella slipped from his grasp, forgotten, as he gathered me against him like I was the only thing anchoring him to the earth.
I could taste the rain on his lips, feel the tremble in his arms.
My knees wobbled, and he chuckled breathlessly against my mouth, catching me before I could fall.
When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, his forehead rested against mine again.
Neither of us spoke.
We didn't have to.
The storm outside didn't matter anymore.
We had survived a different kind of storm — and found each other in the middle of it.