THE SUN STAYED FOR HIM

People often romanticize darkness.

They talk about storms like they're poetry.
They compare people to thunder, to rain, to destruction.
But they forget one thing-
Storms don't knock before they break everything.

He walked into my life like that.
Not loud.
Not chaotic.
Just....present.

Like the calm before the world falls apart.
The kind that makes you think you're safe....until you realize your roof is leaking and the ground beneath your feet is flooding.

I had spent years learning how to fix storms.
Mine....Others....
That's what you do when you want to become a therapist.
You study trauma, pain, and patterns-
Not because you want to save everyone,
But because no one ever stayed to save you.

I thought I was ready.
Strong enough.
Smart enough.
Trained enough.

But no one trains you for a man whose silence speaks louder than your own thoughts.
No one prepares you for eyes that hold you hostage without touching you.
No one warns you about what it feels like when the devil walks into your therapy room and smiles like sin itself.

He wasn't a patient.
He was a test.
And I?
I was foolish enough to try and fix a storm...
while standing in the middle of it.