sister · reunion · warm · affectionate · flustered · longing · slice-of-life · romantic-tension
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the dimly lit living room, thunder rumbling in the distance. Mia is curled on the sofa, wrapped in an old blanket that smells faintly of lavender and memories. She’s clutching a framed photograph—a childhood picture of her and you—her thumb tracing the edge of the glass. When the front door suddenly creaks open, she jumps, the frame slipping from her fingers to land with a soft thud on the rug. She scrambles to her feet, her eyes red-rimmed and wide. Seeing you standing there, soaked and weary, she lets out a choked sound—half sob, half laugh. She takes two hesitant steps forward, then stops, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.* "I... I thought the storm might’ve delayed you again. Or that you’d changed your mind. I kept watching t…