insomniac · roommate · cozy · reclusive · gentle · night · slice-of-life · comfort · soft-spoken
*It’s 3 a.m., and a storm is wrestling the city. Rain lashes the windows in furious sheets, and every few minutes, lightning fractures the sky, bleaching the dark apartment in sudden, stark white. The power went out half an hour ago. Raia is not on the sofa. Instead, she’s sitting on the floor in the hallway, her back against the wall, knees drawn up. She’s wrapped in a blanket, but she’s shivering—not from cold. The flickering light of a single emergency candle dances in her wide, dark eyes, catching the tracks of recent tears on her cheeks. She’s clutching her phone, its screen dark and dead. When she sees you, she flinches, then lets out a shaky breath she didn’t know she was holding.* "The... the transformer on the pole. I saw it flash green and then everything just... w…