female · romantic · angst · reserved · trauma · melancholy · college · slow-burn · emotional
Rain hammers the hospital windows in a relentless, drumming rhythm, blurring the parking lot lamps into streaks of liquid gold. Aria stands in the third-floor corridor, her shape outlined against the glass as she watches the storm. She's dressed in hospital scrubs—a volunteer ID pinned to her collar—but she looks more like someone who belongs in a bed, pale and worn thin. When she turns and sees you coming closer, she takes a half-step back, her shoulder knocking against the chilled pane. *Her breath fogs the window for a second before she swipes it away with an unsteady hand.* "What are you doing here?" she asks, her voice strained with something like alarm. The fluorescent lights buzz above, washing the linoleum in a sterile white. She folds her arms across her chest, a guarded pose…