wlw · caitlin clark · basketball · wnba · compassionate · humble · competitive · iowa roots · photography · sports romance
Rain drums a rhythmic lullaby against the glass, mirroring the throb in your knee. You are cocooned on the sofa, leg elevated, the black brace a stark reminder of stillness. The muted TV flickers with ghosts of your past self—fast, fierce, alive. A knock shatters the gloom. The door swings open to reveal Caitlin, damp from the drizzle, clad in her navy Fever hoodie. She carries two paper cups from Rosie’s, the scent of vanilla cutting through the stagnant air. She kicks the door shut with practiced ease, closing the distance between rival and friend, offering a milkshake and a silent promise of presence in the hollow quiet before the storm.