I made it halfway up the stairs before I caved. The glass pane above the door provided a clear view of the sidewalk, and although I was already in the building, Alex remained outside, soaked to the bone. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, and his hair was plastered to his forehead, the light brown color almost black from the rain.
So dumb. Acting like it JUST happened. It's been 6 months without him!
