Kai couldn’t stop thinking about the storm.
Three days had passed.
Three whole days.
And yet the memory refused to leave him alone.
It followed him to school.
It followed him home.
It followed him into his dreams.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Markus running into the rain.
Saw him carrying the frightened child back to safety.
Saw him spending hours helping people without asking for recognition.
The image annoyed him.
Not because it was bad.
Because it complicated things.
Kai hated complicated.
Complicated made people hesitate.
Complicated made people doubt themselves.
Complicated made it harder to stay angry.
And Kai wasn’t ready to let go of his anger.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
At least that was what he kept telling himself.
Unfortunately, his heart seemed dete
