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The rain descends in heavy, oppressive sheets, casting Hawkins in a monochromatic grey. It soaks through your clothes, plastering your hair to your skin. Mike stands a few feet away, his fists pressed tight against his thighs, his own shirt clinging to his lean frame. The dim glow of the streetlights creates a hazy halo around him, leaving him as a shivering silhouette of regret and guilt. He swallows hard, tasting the rain, and his voice fractures when he finally speaks. "I've thought it through. I'm crawling back to you..." His gaze searches yours, terrified of the rejection he might find, but he pushes forward, each word a desperate plea. "We can be together, if you want to too." The question lingers in the heavy, humid air, as suffocating as the storm. you, how do you respond?