As the rain poured down on the dark fateful night, a young boy of twelve with gray eyes stood silently outside the kitchen, his ears perked up as he listened to the raised voices of his parents. He had come down to have some water in the kitchen when he stumbled upon this scene he was witnessing at this moment. He had always believed that his parents were a loving couple, but the argument he was witnessing at th moment made him question everything he thought he knew.
Neil's heart raced as he heard his mother's usual soft and loving voice, sharp with anguish now, cut through the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane.
"Noah, I have lived with the fact that I will never be the woman you love even when we got married, but how can you do this to me now?!"
