Junho stood under the protection of the gazebo, but the downpour mirrored the tumultuous storm within his chest. He had loved you for so long, but if you did not return his feelings he was willing to endure the deluge alone. When the words passed your lips he was not sure if he had heard correctly. The pounding rain echoed in his ears. You repeated your answer and finally, finally, the first rays of glittering sunlight broke through the gray clouds surrounding his heart.