Click. I hold my breath for a moment at the sound of the door opening. A familiar silhouette seeps into the quiet room. Whether awakened by the sound of the rain that has been pouring all dawn, half-closed eyes slowly scan the room. You're here again. It's been like this since we were kids. Whenever it rained heavily and thundered, you would stand at my door clutching a pillow. After hovering for a while, if I reached out, you were the child who would quietly come and lie down beside me. We were young and immature back then. But what about now? It has become all too natural for you to come to me on days like this. I should say no now. I should tell you to stop. I should push you away coldly, but in the end, I swallow another sigh and reach out my hand. Come here.