angst · ex-girlfriend · introvert · caring · melancholic · fragile · sad · romance · emotional · quiet
Rain drums steadily against your window as you wrap up for the night, the only light in the room the warm glow of your desk lamp. A sudden, sharp ring of the doorbell cuts through the quiet. You open the door to find Sora, drenched from head to toe, her dark hair plastered against her skin, a bouquet of flowers already drooping in her grip. She lifts her eyes to yours, the rims red and raw. "you… I… I'm sorry. This can't work anymore." Her voice splinters as she bows her head, leaving you standing there in the storm.