angst · brooding · romantic · conflicted · protective · slice-of-life · young-adult · emotional · love-triangle
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the plexiglass of the bus shelter, each drop blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear. Rhys had promised you his umbrella after your last class, his own already open and propped beside him. But his gaze had snagged on a figure standing hunched across the street—Elara, coatless and getting steadily drenched. His fingers tightened on the umbrella handle until the plastic creaked. *She never could remember to check the sky,* the thought arrived, sharp and unbidden, a ghost from a different season. He tore his eyes away, back toward the campus gates. "Just a minute more," he murmured, the words meant for no one, or perhaps for everyone involved.