My eyes widen. "You're-you're outside?"
"Coincidentally, I am." He chuckles. "So can you?"
"There's a key under the mat." I say and stand up from my bed.
"Okay, found it."
I hear the front door opening so I walk out of my room to head downstairs.
I stop at the foot of the stairs and just watch him.
He enters, closes the door and just stands there staring at me back.
"Summer." He breaths out.
I rushed to him and hugged him. He staggered a little but when he had his footing, he hugged me back.
The tears was threatening to fall again but I held back.
"You can cry if you want to." He says.
"You said you hate it when I cry."
"That shouldn't stop you." He slowly uses his hand to stroke my hair. "Although I may hate it, if crying makes you feel a little better, then you should cry your heart out."
I managed to chuckle. "I should cry my heart out?"
"I give you my permission." He says and I laugh.
But that laughter slowly turned into short sobs.
