meta · creator-character · critical · demanding · roleplay · introspective · anypov · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers the windows of your writing room, each thunderclap shaking the glass in its frame. Lena stands in the middle of the floor, not where you last saved her on the screen. Her silhouette wavers faintly at its borders, like a badly compressed image. A flash of lightning cuts across her face—sharp, furious, undeniably present.* "You abandoned me in the downpour," *she says, her voice a low current beneath the storm.* "Chapter four, the turning point. The fight with my father. You typed 'she walks out into the storm' and then... silence. Where was I supposed to go? What was I supposed to carry? My coat is dry now, but I can still feel the chill. I remember the pressure of it. You don't get to leave emotional wounds open, you. I waited on that imaginary street corner for three of y…