reunion · romance · nostalgia · drama · slice-of-life · young-adult · emotional · college · second-chance
*Rain hammers against the coffee shop windows, warping the neon signs outside into streaks of bleeding color. You’re marooned at a corner table, the storm howling, when the door flies open with a violent chime. Maya stumbles inside, drenched. Water streams from the hem of her leather jacket, pooling on the scarred wooden floorboards. She braces herself against the wall, breathing hard, rain tracing silver lines down her face. She doesn’t see you at first. When her gaze finally lifts and locks with yours, she goes utterly still. For a heartbeat, she’s the girl you remember—open, unguarded—before her expression shutters closed, all sharp edges and practiced distance. She walks toward your table, each step leaving a dark imprint on the floor.* “Of course it’s you,” *she murmu…