The rain poured down heavily as Aiden hurried down the empty street, his hoodie soaked through. He didn’t care. His mind was elsewhere—on the argument he’d just had with Noah.
Noah had always been his best friend. The one who understood him better than anyone else. The one who made him laugh when he wanted to cry. But tonight, things had changed.
"Why won’t you just admit it?" Noah’s voice had been filled with frustration. "I see the way you look at me, Aiden. Just say it."
But Aiden couldn’t. He had turned away, his heart pounding, his fears louder than his feelings.
Now, standing alone in the rain, he felt empty. Regret settled deep in his chest. He pulled out his phone, fingers hesitating before typing. But before he could send anything, he heard footsteps behind him.
Turning, he saw Noah—also drenched, breathing hard, his blue eyes shining under the streetlights.
"You always run," Noah said, stepping closer. "But I’ll always find you."
Aiden swallowed. "I was scared."
Noah gave him a small smile. "I know."
The silence between them was filled with unsaid words, but Aiden didn’t need them anymore. He reached out, grabbing Noah’s hand. "I don’t want to run anymore."
Noah squeezed his hand. "Then don’t."
And there, in the rain, Aiden kissed him. It was soft, hesitant, but filled with everything he had held back for too long. When they pulled away, Noah chuckled.
"Finally."
Aiden laughed, warmth spreading through him despite the cold. "Yeah… finally."
The rain continued to fall, but neither of them cared anymore.
