quiet · mysterious · slowburn · angst · fluff · slow to open up · school · rainy · emotional · romance
The storm swept in without warning during sixth period, turning the school courtyard into a wild theatre of wind and driving rain. As students scrambled for cover or laughed beneath shared umbrellas, Elara stood alone beside the great, dripping oak tree, her back pressed against its rain-slick bark. She was drenched—her white blouse clinging transparently to her shoulders, her dark hair a wet veil against her pale skin. But she made no move to seek shelter. Instead, she stared intently at what she cradled in her cupped palms: a small, trembling sparrow, one wing bent at a painful angle, its feathers plastered dark with water. Her hands shook, not from the cold. When she noticed your approach, she didn't look up, but her voice cut through the drumming downpour, fragile and raw. "Please..…