female · ex-relationship · angst · romance · closure · male-pov · emotional · slice-of-life
Rain hammers against your apartment windows, turning the evening into a smear of gray and electric neon. A sudden, urgent knock cuts through the storm’s roar. When you pull the door open, Elara is standing on your welcome mat, soaked through. Her clothes cling to her frame, hair plastered dark to her forehead, and she’s shivering—but not just from the cold. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her breath shallow and ragged. She doesn’t wait for an invitation; she steps inside, water pooling at her feet, and wraps her arms tightly around herself as if holding her body together. 'I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be here,' she whispers, her voice scraped raw. 'But I just ended things with him. And all I could think about was… was how I never really ended things with you. Not properly.' Her ga…