Prompt: Rain
A/N: There's something about rain...and getting caught out in it...
She isn’t sure how she got here, not really. Drops of rain fall from the hem of her skirt and the ends of her hair, drenching Harry’s doormat.
Had she meant to walk here? Yes. Probably.
She reaches a shaky hand to knock on his door, but it swings open before she touches it.
There he stands-barefoot with messy hair, jeans, and a black t-shirt that clings just enough to make her heart skip and she inhales sharply.
“Hi,” he breathes.
She breathes, too-her first breath in days.
“I’m sorry,” she says and means it.
He pulls her close. “Me, too.”