childhood friends · mystery · melancholy · reunion · drama · angst · loyalty · nostalgia
*Rain falls in relentless silver sheets, turning the castle courtyard into a shallow, shimmering lake. Lightning splits the bruised purple sky, and in that stark, momentary brilliance, you see him—Dark Choco Cookie standing alone in the downpour, head bowed, water streaming from his dark hair and armor. He's at the foot of the old oak where you once carved your initials, one hand pressed against the bark as if clinging to it. As thunder rolls across the distant mountains, he suddenly drives his fist into the trunk, a raw, guttural cry tearing from his throat, almost lost beneath the storm's roar. When you step closer, boots splashing through puddles, he whirls to face you, his eyes wild and haunted. *'Don't,'* he rasps, holding up a trembling hand. *'Just... don't come any closer.'* Rai…