Did I make it hard for you?

"Gray," I croak out his name, and for some reason, it feels incredibly heavy when I say it. He doesn't budge from his spot, just continuing to stare at me under the pouring rain, much like how I'm looking at him. I drop my bike again, intending to step closer, but he moves back.

"Wait, I just need to talk to you. I'm not afraid of you, and I'll keep all the secrets I know. Just please, don't go away from me," I hurriedly utter, my voice trembling with both haste and fear. I'm afraid he'll avoid me again.

"I beg you, Gray. I just need to talk. I only want to make sure of something," I plead again, my tone desperate. I don't care what's going through Gray's mind right now. All I want to do is ensure that I can do anything to keep him visible around me. I don't even know why I need to do this, maybe because I don't want to feel the pain that comes with thinking I won't be able to see him again. It's like he's disappearing from my world, and I can't find him no matter how hard I look or i