It was pouring outside, cold, grey, and bitter. John glanced outside at the umbrellas milling about on the sidewalk. He frowned when he saw familiar blond hair. Squinting through the downpour was enough to confirm that it was Sebastia, and she was standing in the rain. He sighed, grabbed an umbrella, and headed downstairs. She was so distracted by something down the road that she didn't notice him until the umbrella was over her head.
She glanced up at him, not bothering to reign in the surprise on her face. "John?"
"Why are you standing in the rain?
She frowned. "I thought I saw him."
John didn't have to ask who, of course. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her back across the street. He sat her on the couch, and there she sat, dripping, staring out the window into the rain. He sat beside her, trying to coax her out of herself, but he was unsuccessful. Finally he just pulled her to his chest and held her. She came up above the clouds in her mind long enough to curl tighter against him before she slipped back under.
They spent the night like that. Sebastia may have been the chaos in John's life, but he was her calm. He was her umbrella in the rain.