The knock on the door came late, startling Diane out of her thoughts. For a moment, she froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't expecting anyone, but deep down, she knew who it was.
When Diane opened the door, he was standing there, drenched from the rain. His hair clung to his forehead, his jacket soaked through, and yet he didn't seem to care. His eyes met hers, soft and pleading, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.
"Please," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.
Diane heart twisted at the sight of him, at the sound of his voice. Every part of her wanted to slam the door, to shut him out and protect what little was left of her fragile heart.
But she didn't.
"Come in," she whispered, stepping aside.