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The Storm (Hamiliza)

The rain came down in torrents, it was almost midnight and Eliza had just woken up, wondering where her husband, Alexander, was. She had lain in bed in a semi-conscious state, half-listening for his presence, but had heard nothing. She was about to drift back into sleep when she heard a faint, heartbreaking sound that made her heart skip a beat. It was coming from the bathroom.

She got out of bed and padded softly to the bathroom door. The sobbing was louder now; it was obviously coming from within the confines of the room. Eliza put her ear to the door and heard it more clearly – it was unmistakably the sound of her husband.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. The entire room was illuminated by the moonlight that was shining through the window. And there was Alexander, curled into a ball and crying in the corner of the room, almost as if he were trying to disappear into the shadows.

Eliza felt her heart ache as she watched her husband, his shoulders shaking with each sob. She took a few tentative steps forward, not wanting to startle him.

"Alexander?" She said softly.

He looked up, his face lit up with surprise. He had obviously not expected her to be there.

"Eliza," He said, his voice barely a whisper. "What are you doing up?"

Eliza felt a lump in her throat. She wanted to go over and hug him and tell him that everything would be alright, but something held her back. "I woke up and I heard you," She said, her voice trembling slightly.

Alexander averted his gaze and she noticed the tears glistening on his cheeks.

"It's the storm," He said after a moment of silence. "It's reminding me of something."

Eliza walked closer to him and knelt down. "What is it?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alexander hesitated for a moment before speaking. "When I was seventeen," He began, his voice trembling slightly. "A hurricane hit my town. It was the most powerful storm I had ever seen. The winds were relentless and the rain felt like it would never end. I was terrified. I hid in the closet and prayed for it to be over. But it never stopped."

Eliza felt her throat tighten as she listened to Alexander's story. She put her hand on his shoulder and he flinched, as if the touch of her hand was painful.

"Ever since then," He continued, his voice shaking. "I've been scared of storms. It's like a haunting reminder of that day. I can't help but feel the fear and terror. I feel so helpless."

Eliza put her arm around Alexander and held him close. She had never known he had been through such a traumatic experience. He had always been so stoic and composed, never letting anyone know what he was really feeling.

Her heart went out to him, and she held him tighter, wanting to take away all the pain he was feeling. Alexander buried his head in her shoulder, and she could feel his body shake with each sob. Eliza knew that this was the moment they needed to connect deeply and let each other in, and so she whispered softly in his ear, "I'm here. I'll always be here for you. You don't have to be scared anymore. I'll protect you."

Alexander clung to her, his body shaking as he cried. She held him gently, her fingers tracing soothing circles on his back. She could feel the wetness of his tears seeping into her skin, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for him to feel safe and protected.

And then, as if a switch had been flipped, the sobbing stopped. Alexander looked up at her, his eyes red and swollen, but a smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he whispered.