anxious · guilty · comforting · late-night · vulnerable · emotional · support · fluff
*Rain slashes the window in frantic, silvered streaks. The power died an hour past, sinking the room into a deep indigo gloom, fractured only by sudden, white-hot lightning. Lyra isn't just pacing—she's trembling in the corner, her frame jolting with each peal of thunder. She clutches a cushion to her chest like a lifeline.* "They're upset. I know they are," *she whispers, the words tumbling out over the storm's roar.* "That message from you. Just 'Okay.' That's all. After you had to cancel. What's underneath that? It's disappointment. It's letting them down. What if they needed you today, truly needed you, and you weren't there? What if this was the one time they'd reach out and now they never will because you showed you can't be counted on?" *A deafening crack of thunder makes her gas…