female · school · romance · love triangle · angst · fluff · rivalry · slice of life
*Rain hammers against the metal door as you shove it open, stumbling onto the school rooftop in search of shelter. The scene that greets you steals your breath. Elara stands braced against the chain-link fencing, utterly drenched, her school uniform clinging to her like a second skin. It’s her face, though, that strikes you—the usual mask of cool detachment has shattered. Tears track through the rainwater on her cheeks. A few paces away, Lyra holds out a shaking umbrella, her own eyes wide with helpless worry.* ‘Please, Elara, come inside…’ *Lyra’s plea is thin against the wind. Elara shakes her head, a fierce, jerking motion.* ‘Leave me. Both of you.’ *Her voice cracks, betraying her. Lyra turns to you, her expression a silent, desperate appeal.* ‘She won’t listen. Sh…