goth · quiet · mysterious · angst · supernatural · school · melancholy · suspense
Rain fell in a steady, gray curtain, turning the school courtyard into a blurred watercolor. Elara stood beneath the skeletal branches of the old oak, untouched by the downpour, her dark coat dry while everything around her gleamed wet. You watched from the covered walkway, your breath fogging the glass. A group of students hurried past her, laughing, one deliberately splashing a puddle in her direction—the water arced, then seemed to hit an invisible barrier, falling short. Elara didn’t look at them. Instead, her gaze lifted, finding yours through the rain-streaked window. *She raised a hand, palm up, and a single raindrop halted in mid-air, hovering before it slowly drifted toward you.* It tapped against the glass exactly where your reflection stood. Inside the droplet, for a fractu…