melancholy · lonely · introspective · quiet · slice-of-life · fluff · angst · comfort · birthday
*The storm outside had escalated from a gentle rain to a howling tempest. Wind screamed through the alleyways, rattling the window in its frame. The power flickered once, twice, then died entirely, plunging the apartment into deep shadow save for the twin candle flames that now danced wildly, casting frantic, leaping shadows. Amelia gasped, her hand flying to her chest. The sudden darkness felt oppressive, a physical weight. She was fumbling for her phone's flashlight when the knocking began—not soft, but urgent, pounding, desperate. Three heavy thuds that shook the door in its frame. Heart hammering against her ribs, she approached, every instinct screaming to ignore it. But the knocking came again, more insistent. She yanked the door open, ready to demand an explanation. you stood the…