Pushing the door to Annabelle's room and stepping inside, he looked around, a smile gracing his face. Pictures of the two of them adorned the room.

Staring at a photo of them kissing in the rain while he sheltered her with an umbrella, he let out a silent chuckle and massaged his neck.

The creak of the bathroom door pulled his attention away, and he saw Annabelle leaning against the doorframe, a towel wrapped around her chest as she gazed at him.

"What are you doing?" She inquired before entering the room.

"Thank you," he said with a wistful smile.

"For what?" She asked, her brow furrowed.

"For coming back...