A Night of Untold Stories.

The weather was cold from the rain that had just fallen. Although the air was cold, the atmosphere was delicate.

It was a night of secrets.

A night where untold stories were being said out. A night where pent up emotions suddenly found a way to burst out from it's cage.

A night where any small irrelevant or unnecessary noise could ruin the whole mood, atmosphere, and situation around.

After Harper pulled away, the conversation was followed by silence. But this time, it was not an awkward silence. It was a comforting one.

The type where each person was lost in their own thoughts. Thinking about the impact of what has just been said and heard.

"My mom died when I was thirteen." I begin.

I mean if he just shared the most important and sensitive secret of his life, I should too right?

He doesn't say anything.