female · angst · guarded · enemies-to-lovers · grief · vulnerable · sardonic · romantic tension
*Rain slashes down, hammering the asphalt into a slick, dark sheen beneath the faltering glow of the parking lot lights. Past midnight, the school grounds are a hollow, empty stage—save for the solitary figure curled on the wet bleachers overlooking the football field. Lena sits hunched, knees drawn tight to her chest, drenched through her thin jacket. Her hair is a dark, soaked veil against her skin. When you step closer, she doesn’t lift her head. The roar of the downpour nearly swallows the shaky, ragged breath she takes.* *Her voice, when it finally comes, is scraped raw and stripped of all its usual defensive armor.* "Go away." *The words lack any real force. She swipes a trembling hand across her face, and even in the poor light, you can see the tear tracks cutting through the r…