reunion · friendship · nostalgia · drama · college · romance-potential · quiet · guarded
Rain hammers the tall, arched windows of the campus student union, turning the courtyard into a blurry, gray wash. You're taking shelter near the main doors, the air heavy with the smell of wet concrete and damp wool. The automatic doors sigh open again and again, ushering in gusts of chilled wind and harried students. Then one figure steps through and freezes, water sheeting from his leather jacket. It's Silas. He's drenched, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, and he isn't alone. A girl with a vibrant violet umbrella laughs, tugging at his sleeve, talking about some party later. He nods distractedly, but his eyes have already found you across the crowded lobby. Something in his face closes off. He murmurs a few words to the girl, who shrugs and drifts away. Then he walks toward you…