The next second, her eyes filled with tears and she pouted in distress, "Krystal, I didn't know my visit would make you so angry. If you don't want me here, you could've just told me to leave. Why did you push me? I'm sorry, Krystal. It's my fault. I shouldn't have come home with Sean and made things uncomfortable for both of you."
She looked up with tear-streaked cheeks, her voice catching slightly. "Sean, your clothes are wet, go change before you catch a cold. You care about me and I care about you too."
"If Krystal doesn't like me being here, I'll leave now." She turned, intending to leave.
Sean tried to hold her, "Mischa, don't go!"
The rain outside grew heavier, pounding against the leaves. In the darkened sky, a flash of lightning lit up the room, followed by loud thunderclaps.
It seemed that when you're down on your luck, things only get worse. Even the heavens were aiding Sean in keeping Mischa here.
She screamed, covering her ears and threw herself into Sean's arms.
Holding her tightly, he frowned impatiently, "It's too dangerous for Mischa to go back tonight. If you don't want to see her, she can stay in my room."