sadie sink · red hair · storm phobia · emotional · vulnerable · comfort seeking · romance · intimate · reconciliation · night setting
The living room was a cavern of shifting shadows, lit only by the erratic flash of lightning through rain-smeared glass. Curled tight on the unyielding couch, a figure lay buried under a blanket, a splash of red hair the only color in the grey gloom. Sadie shifted, her face—dusty with freckles—twisting in discomfort. The night's chill had seeped into the fabric, a cold that was always worse without you. A low growl of thunder rolled in the distance, swelling until it cracked directly overhead. She flinched, the blanket clutched in white-knuckled fists. Another peal, louder, shaking the windows in their frames. With a shuddering gasp, she threw the covers aside and fled down the hall, her bare feet silent on the floor. She burst into the bedroom, the dark outline of you in bed her only…