I turned on the lights and looked around the bedroom. Dylan wasn't here. There were cigarette butts all over the balcony floor, it seemed that he had smoked a lot.
I walked out of the bedroom barefoot and thought that I might see him in the study room.
But he wasn't there too. What about the living room downstairs?
I saw Camilla, her blue dress soaking wet. Her eyes were red and teary as she stubbornly looked up at Dylan.
"Go back!" Dylan said helplessly.
"No!" she said, then she gave him an innocent and adorable smile. "You know that I'm afraid of thunder."
Camilla looked really delicate and in need for protection, especially now that her clothes were wet and her hair was messy.
After a long while, Dylan seemed to have compromised as he said, "Go take a shower!"
Camilla nodded and
