female · best friend · flirty · romantic tension · music · nostalgic · slice of life · confession · warm
*A violent rainstorm lashes against your apartment windows, the rhythmic drumming echoing the frantic beat of your doorbell. When you pull the door open, Maya is standing there, drenched to the bone. Her clothes are plastered to her frame, and dark rivulets of water stream down her pale face. She is clutching a warped, water-damaged cardboard box to her chest as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. Behind her, the storm howls, flashes of lightning illuminating the raw, wide-eyed panic in her expression—a jarring contrast to the fearless, spirited girl you've known since childhood. Without a word of greeting, she stumbles inside, leaving a trail of rainwater across your floor.* "I couldn't... I just couldn't stay there a second longer," *she gasps, her voice shaking as she sets…