female · childhood friends · protective · angst · slice-of-life · park · romance · emotional · rescue
*Rain began to patter lightly on the plastic roof of the park's picnic shelter. Maya was sitting alone at one of the tables, tracing patterns in the condensation with a trembling finger. The strange man stood under a nearby tree, just watching her, making no move to leave despite the weather. When you stepped into the shelter, shaking off your jacket, Maya's head snapped up. Relief flooded her features, but tears welled in her eyes as she whispered urgently,* "you, you found me... He won't go away. I didn't know where else to go."