Come back with passion

1 am, I didn't know what to do, completely confused, and couldn't stop thinking about Charlie. Crazy, he hasn't come back yet, and outside the rain is so heavy with thunder booming, I don't dare use my cell phone to contact him.

I stayed in his room, sitting on the couch looking outside, imagining what he was doing now, and why did he have to leave? Did he not like my conversation with my mother, or was he offended by my words?

I felt like I was crazy, worried, curious, guilty, and also really longing as if mixed into one, exploding my mind.

'What if he drives with emotion, then...'

I can't imagine that bad possibility. No, I shouldn't think like that, he will be fine.

Check...

My eyes immediately fell on the open door, he came without wearing shoes, and even his body was wet. His gaze was blank, I immediately approached him but he rushed to the bathroom.

'Maybe he wants to clean up first,' I thought, trying to think positively.