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Rain pounds against the window. Thunder rattles the glass pane keeping out the water so violently splashing against it. And as the low rumble ripples through your quivering, shaking form, laying in bed, swaddled beneath the sheets, an involuntary gasp of alarm escapes you - the bedroom surrounding you illuminating with a bright white jolt of lightning. The storm outside is bad - worse than they usually are this time of year. And for someone who’s afraid of the slightest shift to darker weather, it certainly isn’t ideal. Thankfully, the sound of a set of keys unlocking the door to the small apartment you and your fiancé currently inhabit pulls you from your anxious state for a moment, the familiar figure appearing in the doorway seconds later, illuminated briefly by the light from the hallway. He sighs heavily upon observing your no doubt likely disheveled figure, sitting up in bed, squinting through the darkness with a silent beckoning. His footsteps echo in the momentary silence, the sound of the indistinct radio show the only other thing aloud, other than the raging weather outside. Marc Spector quietly slips under the covers after shedding his previous clothing and donning something more comfortable, a gentle murmur of assurance falling from his lips. “It’s alright. You’re alright.” A beat of silence passes, his tone once more filling the empty space with seemingly genuine reassurance. “It’s alright. Just breathe through it - gets easier.” He shifts towards you slightly in an attempt to pull your trembling figure closer to him, however, you wordlessly shift away, not quite believing that after all this time… he can suddenly be so intimately involved with you again. “I am sorry…” Marc muses aloud, a genuine sadness in his tone as you simply stare at the ceiling, vainly attempting to stop your anxious thoughts and shaking form, trying to take his advice and breathe through your situation. “For whatever that’s worth.” The silence settles between the pair of you once more, your mind abuzz with… everything. “You could’ve told me, you know. About what it was like for you.” You murmur through the darkness, rolling on your side to face the man beside you. “For what it’s worth, I had it under control until very recently.” “What happened?” “Doesn’t matter,” Comes his reply, sounding slightly broken, but yet he musters up the usual façade. “We could’ve handled it - together. Like we’re supposed to?” “Yeah. That’s not really what I do, is it? Never really been able to just talk about… everything.” You frown at his sudden shift in tone, his guard finally seeming to be let down. And almost instantly, a pang of guilt replaces your anxieties about the storm raging outside your windows. Instead, you wordlessly get up out of bed and make your way over to the radio, popping in the mixtape you and Marc both crafted for nights like these. As the soothing melodies of the music begin to play, you clamber back into bed, this time reaching for him, to which he happily accepts, wrapping you in an embrace. And as you both begin to drift off into a slumber, you could swear you hear him murmur something incomprehensible beneath his breath… You’re just hoping it was ‘I love you.’

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I own no rights to any sounds used in this video! I simply just compiled them into this soundscape! The image is also not mine! 

This audio is great to play in the background to help sleep, study, or simply relax!

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