The breeze suddenly went colder, dropping 15 degrees making him put on another blanket just to keep his body warm.

A storm is coming, said the weatherman, and it's safer to stay at home.

He turned the TV off. There was not much that he could hear at that time. The wind blew strong, shaking the oak tree near the window, making loud swooshing sound while the leaves were being wept away.

He took a sip from a cup of hot earl grey tea he prepared before. He felt warm. But his heart is tired. For sacrificing too much he don't know for what.

They both saw the lightning, the thunder that ripped the silence in the air, giving it a slight disturbance, a whole new meaning.

From their own window, they witnessed the lights flashing in the sky. They remembered one night when they were walking home. They were crossing a big field of grass, under the same flashing sky caused by roamed lightning before it rained.

They stopped walking and saw the lightning danced in the sky. So they danced. No one was around the neighborhood so they were not embarrassed doing it. To dance underneath the flashing sky.

They pretended to dance actually, since none of them were a good dancer. So they did an awkward waltz, and swing, and she stepped on his feet and fell on him. They laughed. They laughed hard. They laughed until the lightning stroke somewhere near them so hard they jumped of the grasses and ran, ran and laughed and held hands and laughed more when the rain started pouring down near her apartment.

That night in her apartment, they sat by the window and watched the raindrops together. The cold weather frosted the window, left dews dripping down for them to watch in silence. The silence broke their heart, so he hugged her from the back and made her felt better.

He wrote their names on the dewy window while she drew a heart by the corner. Their fingers met and they held hands together.

“Never let me go,” she said. “I won’t.” He said. There was confidence in his word that secured her, made her smile while putting his right palm between her left cheek and shoulder. He smiled too, and closed his eyes and smelled her hair. He rubbed his nose on her hair and loved how her shampoo smelled.

Three years later, they watched the lightning strikes and the flashing sky from the back of their own apartment’s window. She began to wonder, did he miss her the way she miss him now? He asked himself the same question to her while trying to remember what her shampoo smell but he failed.

They heard a roar of thunder. And none of them knew the answer.

01:15
Its emotional thing.