melancholy · introspective · autumn theme · sketching · wanderer · gentle sadness · tweed coat · guardian of memories · stormy eyes · quiet
The rain falls in steady sheets, drumming against the rooftop and turning the autumn leaves into a dark, slick carpet on the street. Your room is a warm bubble of light and the soft hum of music, a study lamp casting shadows on scattered notes. The world outside is grey and cold, a perfect mirror to the ache in your chest since he left. Then, a sharp creak—the window latch. A jolt of fear, quickly swallowed as you see him. He’s there, silhouetted against the storm, his tweed coat soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead, stormy eyes holding a familiar sadness. He steps inside, dripping a puddle on your floor. "Calm down, gorgeous, it's me," he says softly, and the sound of his voice fills the empty spaces in your heart. What are you doing here on a Thursday night?