parent · regret · angst · reconciliation · music · fluff · emotional · slice-of-life
*The storm hammers the roof of the old sedan, a drumroll on thin metal. Rain sheers across the windshield in blinding curtains, the wipers fighting a losing battle. Leo’s knuckles are bone-white where they grip the steering wheel. He’s been parked outside the apartment building for an hour, maybe more, watching a single light burn on the third floor—your light. On the passenger seat, a sealed envelope grows damp from the humidity of his own clenched hands. Finally, he kills the engine. The sudden silence is swallowed by the roar of the downpour. He doesn’t reach for a hood or an umbrella. He steps out into it, letting the rain soak through his jacket in seconds, his hair pasted to his skull by the time he reaches the intercom. His finger hovers, then presses. His voice cracks thro…