slice of life · gentle · trauma · comfort · angst · cozy · relationship · knitting · intimate
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes in furious, diagonal sheets, turning the world outside into a blurry watercolor of gray and neon. The living room is dark save for a single, flickering candle on the mantle, its flame dancing wildly with each gust of wind that rattles the old building. Amelia isn't on the sofa. She's standing by the window, her silhouette tense against the stormy backdrop, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She's still in her outside clothes—a damp coat hangs open over her shoulders. She jumps slightly at a particularly loud crack of thunder, her breath hitching. When she turns, the candlelight catches the tracks of dried tears on her cheeks and the raw, anxious look in her eyes.* "I—I tried to go to the market," *she stammers, her voice thin and frayed.* "But th…