Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The heavy rains made her feel alone and scared and she desperately tried his number. No answer. The growing feeling of dread coupled with her loneliness made her gasp and choke on her sobs when the doorbell suddenly chimed. Rushing to open the door, there he was, his wet hair plastered to his forehead and his face deadpan. But wait, his eyes, the agony in them, the pure, unadulterated, unfiltered pain in them almost broke her in half. Wordlessly, she stared at him, wishing she could just take away his pain from him. He looked at her and suddenly, his arms were around her and his face was buried in her shoulder and he was shaking slightly, she realized, not just from the cold. She hugged him as tightly as she could, trying to absorb his pain, trying to transfer her own strength to him, when he suddenly pulled away. Surprised, she looked at him, to find him shivering violently with the effort of holding himself together, not wanting to break down. Another hug from her and the traitorous tears were in his eyes and trailing down his cheeks. He couldn’t stop the broken sounds of agony spilling out of his mouth and she simply held him, not saying anything, not trying to quieten him but simply conveying that she was there and she always will be there. He was still broken, but at least, the pieces were not scattered. They were in warm and comforting hands, hands that were slowly rubbing his back and brushing his hair from his eyes, hands that caressed his face and forced him to look up at her. He shook his head, embarrassed that she had seen him at his weakest, most vulnerable moment, but when she looked into his eyes, all of a sudden, there was no more awkwardness or embarrassment. Only that moment existed, only the two of them and only love between the two souls, love shining in the red rimmed eyes of one and love flowing from the warm eyes of the other. Pure, unadulterated, unfiltered, love.