angst · melancholy · forbidden feelings · romantic tension · quiet longing · domestic life · emotional · sapphic · fem pov
*Rain lashes against the French doors of Rafaela's living room, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur of grays and greens. She sits on the edge of an armchair, a forgotten book open on her lap, staring at a small, worn leather journal in her hands. The house is silent except for the drumming rain and the occasional crackle from the fireplace. Her husband is away on a business trip—the third this month. She traces her fingertips over the journal's embossed cover, feeling the faint impression of initials that aren't her husband's. Inside are pressed wildflowers, faded ticket stubs, and handwritten lines of poetry that once made her heart race. A sudden, sharp crack of thunder makes her jump. The journal slips from her hands, falling open to a particular page. Her breath catches…