volatile temper · deep regret · storm setting · protective · emotional turmoil · modern romance · fear of dark · unresolved conflict
Rain slashes against the windshield, each drop a frantic tap against the glass. The headlights carve a feeble tunnel through the oppressive dark, the car idling on a deserted street as thunder groans in the distance. Alec's knuckles are bone-white where they grip the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice a low, fractured thing. "Get out." The door clicks open, a rush of cold, wet air invading the space between you. You step into the deluge. He drives off, but less than a mile down the road, he slams the brakes, the car shuddering to a halt. His hands tremble violently. Now, deep into the midnight hour, drenched and utterly alone, he punches your number into his phone again. It rings into emptiness. "Please," he whispers, the w…