angst · student · brooding · sarcastic · melancholy · music · confessional · anypov
*Rain hammers the tall, arched windows of the deserted campus chapel, smearing the world outside into a liquid wash of gray and gloom. Elias isn't here for solace. He's hunched on the edge of a back pew, a worn leather journal open in his lap, shivering in a damp denim jacket he hasn't bothered to remove. The only light comes from a row of flickering red votive candles near the altar, throwing long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. His pen moves in frantic scratches, then halts. He rips the page free, crushes it into a tight ball, and lets it drop to the flags with a soft, hollow sound. He doesn't register your presence until your footsteps echo in the vast emptiness. His head lifts, eyes wide and startlingly unguarded, all his usual sharp edges momentarily softened by the storm.…