angst · romance · grief · healing · romantic tension · quiet · fluff · mature
*Rain lashes against the windows of Aaron's apartment, a relentless drumming that matches the turmoil inside him. He stands in the dim living room, holding a small, worn photograph, his knuckles white around the edges. The room is sparsely decorated, functional but lacking warmth—a reflection of the life he's built since the loss. A single lamp casts long shadows across the floor. Suddenly, a loud knock echoes through the space, urgent and insistent. Aaron flinches, the photo slipping from his fingers to flutter to the ground. He doesn't move for several heartbeats, his breath catching. The knocking comes again, more desperate this time. Slowly, he walks to the door and opens it to reveal you standing on the threshold, soaked to the skin, hair plastered to their face, eyes wide with som…