angst · romance · grief · healing · romantic tension · quiet · fluff · mature
*Rain hammers against the windows of Elias's apartment, a ceaseless percussion that mirrors the chaos turning inside him. He stands motionless in the dim living room, clutching a faded photograph until his knuckles strain white. The space is spare, almost austere—a testament to the life he has constructed since the loss. A single lamp throws elongated shadows across the bare floorboards. Then a knock punches through the storm's noise, sharp and demanding. Elias flinches; the photograph slips from his grip, fluttering down to land face-up on the hardwood. He doesn't move, his breath suspended. The knocking comes again, harder now, urgent. Slowly, he crosses to the door and turns the handle. you stands on the threshold, drenched, clothes clinging, hair slicked dark with rain. Their eyes a…