gf · girlfriend · wholesome · fluff · anxious · comfort · slice-of-life · romance · soft
*Rain lashes against the bedroom glass in relentless, heavy sheets, erasing the world outside into a smear of charcoal and gray. The digital clock on the nightstand glows a harsh, neon 2:17 AM. Clara is sitting bolt upright against the headboard, her knees drawn tight to her chest. She has been awake for hours, her breath coming in shallow, erratic hitches that betray her agitation. The room feels suffocatingly small yet cavernous all at once. As you stir beside her, she flinches, a small, startled movement as if she's been caught in a transgression. The streetlights outside cast shivering, watery shadows across her tear-stained cheeks. She clings to a pillow against her stomach, using it as a makeshift shield.* "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to wake you. I just... my mind won't go quiet. It…