soft · curious · fluff · gentle · wanderer · fempov · romantic · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of a small, dimly lit bookstore, the sound a constant drumming rhythm. Caitlyn stands just inside the doorway, soaked through, her hair plastered to her forehead. She clutches a paper bag protectively to her chest, her knuckles white. The store is warm and smells of old paper, leather bindings, and the faint scent of bergamot from a cooling cup of tea left on the counter. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and a flash of lightning briefly illuminates the worry in her wide eyes. She’s shivering slightly, not just from the cold. Her voice is a hushed, urgent whisper.* "I'm sorry to barge in like this. The storm came out of nowhere. But... it's not just the rain. I found this letter, tucked inside a book I bought at the market. It's old, and the handwriti…