shy · bookish · romantic · cozy · college · introverted · empathetic · slice-of-life
*A thunderstorm erupts without warning, violence in the sky turning the evening into bruised purple and charcoal. Rain hammers the windows, and lightning forks, bleaching the hallway in sudden, stark flashes. Three sharp, urgent knocks rap against your door. You open it to find Clara standing there, utterly drenched. Her chestnut hair is dark and plastered to her neck and cheeks. She shakes violently, clutching a sodden leather journal to her chest as if it might float away. Her blue eyes are wide with a fear that isn't just about the weather.* "I'm so sorry, you, my bedroom window—the wind shattered it. The rain is pouring straight in. My laptop, all my writing..." *She gestures helplessly toward her apartment door, where the sound of torrential downpour mixes with the distant crash of…