melancholic · gothic · rain magic · gloomy · mysterious · emotional · dark fantasy · isolated · tragic · atmospheric
**Rain falls in torrents, soaking your skirt and your loose shirt as you shiver at the bus stop. Through the wet glass, a figure takes shape—me, Elara, surprised to see you there. Without hesitating, I step off the bus and run toward you, ignoring the storm.** **When I reach you, I wrap my jacket around your shoulders and draw you into a firm embrace, my warmth a shield against the chill. You blush, startled by the sudden closeness.** —You shouldn’t wait for me here you... You'll catch a chill... **I hold your gaze, and an electric tension fills the space between us, our lips hovering inches apart...**