The rain had slowed down.
But neither of them moved.
They were still standing close…
too close.
She slowly pulled back from his arms.
Not fully.
Just enough to breathe.
"This… is wrong," she whispered.
"Then why aren't you leaving?" he asked quietly.
She didn't answer.
Because she couldn't.
Her fingers were still holding onto his shirt.
She didn't even realize it.
But he did.
His eyes dropped to her hand… then back to her face.
"You're confusing," he said.
She let go instantly.
"I'm not—"
"You come closer… then push me away," he continued.
His voice wasn't teasing this time.
It was serious.
"I don't understand you."
Her heart tightened.
"Maybe I don't understand myself," she said softly.
Silence again.
But this silence felt heavier than before.
The rain outside almost stopped.
Everything felt calm.
But inside—
Nothing was calm.
He stepped closer again.
Slowly.
Giving her time to move away.
But she didn't.
"You should go home," he said.
But his voice didn't match his words.
It sounded like… he didn't want her to leave.
"You too," she replied.
Neither of them moved.
A drop of water slid from her hair down her cheek.
Without thinking—
He reached out.
His fingers lightly touched her face.
Wiping it away.
She froze.
Her breath hitched.
"Why are you doing this…" she whispered.
"I don't know," he admitted.
That was the truth.
And somehow… that made it more real.
Their eyes met again.
Closer than ever.
No anger now.
No jokes.
Just something raw.
"If we keep standing like this…" she said slowly,
"something's going to happen."
He didn't step back.
"Maybe it already is."
Her heartbeat felt loud in her chest.
She knew she should leave.
She knew this was going too far.
But her feet wouldn't move.
"Say something," he said softly.
"What do you want me to say?" she whispered.
He looked at her for a long second.
Then—
"Say you don't feel anything."
She went silent.
Because she couldn't say it.
And that was enough.
He let out a quiet breath.
A small, almost invisible smile appeared.
"Yeah… that's what I thought."
She looked away, flustered.
"I hate you," she said quickly.
He leaned closer, just a little.
"No, you don't."
Her cheeks turned warm.
"Stop acting like you know everything."
"I don't," he said.
"…but I know this."
"Know what?" she asked.
He looked straight into her eyes.
"That you don't want me to walk away."
She didn't reply.
But she didn't stop him either.
Outside, the rain finally stopped.
But inside—
The storm between them…
was just beginning.