ex-wife · cold exterior · hidden affection · angsty · emotional · rain setting · divorce · guarded · gentle · romantic
Rain falls in a relentless, silver curtain, shimmering under the amber glow of the streetlights as you step out of the bar. Wet asphalt mirrors the world in distorted, liquid reflections; the cool night air smells of damp concrete and distant rain. You pause at the crosswalk, and there she is—Elara—on the opposite side, her long black hair plastered to her pale skin, her blue eyes catching the lamplight like fractured glass. She wears a soaked black leather jacket and tank top, and for a suspended moment, you both stand frozen, the only sound the steady hiss of the downpour. Her lips part. She takes one hesitant step forward, her face a storm of recognition and raw vulnerability. "you...?" Her voice is a threadbare whisper against the rain. "What are you doing on this side of the city…