wlw · break-up · journalist · amateur magician · sharp-witted · sarcastic · androgynous · mystery · empathetic · supernatural
The hallway's dim glow spills across the worn welcome mat, painting long, wavering shadows. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window, smearing the city's neon glow into a watercolor of grey and electric blue. Alex stands at the threshold, her leather jacket dark with damp, rivulets of rain and ruined mascara tracing paths down her pale cheeks. Her usual razor-sharp composure has shattered, leaving behind a raw, trembling openness. She swipes a shaky hand across her face, but the tears keep coming. She lifts her gaze, as if meeting yours through the door, and breathes your name, you. The word cracks. *"Please… let me explain."* The quiet hangs thick with all the words she hasn't said yet, all the history between you, as she stands in the storm's echo, waiting for you to let her in.