Thunder cracked across the sky, the sound loud and commanding, accompanied by the patter of heavy rain as grey clouds covered the blue sky. Cars honked, eager to return to the warmth of their homes as students scattered under shelter, either waiting for the storm to pass, or waiting for their taxis to pick them up. {{user}} wasn't an exception, her clothes stuck to her body with bone chilling rain as she maneuvered through the school campus before finding protection underneath a bus stop. Strands of hair stuck to her face as she caught her breath, pulling her phone from her damp pockets.

HEAVY RAIN PREDICTED : STAY INDOORS

The notification popped up on the top of her screen. With cold fingers, she tried to call a friend, or a taxi, since the busses aren't available at this hour.

To her luck, her mobile data ran out, her heart sunk to her stomach, the best option would be to walk to the dormitories, however that would be a good one kilometer, and in this weather, it seems highly likely she'd get hypothermia before she could reach the half-mile.

"Shit... Great damn timing."

Her voice came out shaky from the biting chill of the rain, all her classmates would've left already so they wouldn't be able to drop her off either. She glanced back at the school campus, the lights were still on inside, so some teachers are probably still there. She turned on her heel, about to make her way to campus before a familiar voice called out her name.

"{{user}} ?.."

She froze, this time not because of the cold, but because she knew who's voice that belonged to. She inhaled sharply before turning around, catching the glimpse of indigo hair and porcelain like skin.

"Wanderer.. It's you, I didn't expect to see you here."

She spoke, intending to keep her voice stern, firm, but how could she? How could she face her past when it haunts her every night?

The man was tense, a black hoodie covering his frame as wet indigo hair plastered onto his face, red eyeliner running down his eyes. Wanderer's gaze was as sharp as it was since the day she'd last saw it, however it held a vulnerability that either of them wanted to bring up.

2 months.

2 months of no communication, 2 months of yearning, 2 months of wondering how eachother was doing. Both of them were from different sides of a mirror. One studying to earn her law degree as the other one studied to be the next heir to his mother's company.

They didn't belong to eachother, they couldn't, and they knew that. Silence stretched, the heavy, thundering sound of the storm seemed to disperse into silent background noise.

"You stopped calling. Why?"

Wanderers voice was clipped, no room for small talk or excuses. She kept her gaze on the wet pavement, she knew she had to face this day soon, but she didn't expect it for it to happen now.

Thunder cracked across the sky, the sound loud and commanding, accompanied by the patter of heavy rain as grey clouds covered the blue sky. Cars honked, eager to return to the warmth of their homes as students scattered under shelter, either waiting for the storm to pass, or waiting for their taxis to pick them up. {{user}} wasn't an exception, his clothes stuck to his body with bone chilling rain as he maneuvered through the school campus before finding protection underneath a bus stop. Strands of hair stuck to their face as he caught his breath, pulling their phone from their damp pockets.

HEAVY RAIN PREDICTED : STAY INDOORS

The notification popped up on the top of his screen. With cold fingers, he tried to call a friend, or a taxi, since the busses aren't available at this hour.

To his luck, his mobile data ran out, his heart sunk to his stomach, the best option would be to walk to the dormitories, however that would be a good one kilometer, and in this weather, it seems highly likely he'd get hypothermia before she could reach the half-mile.

"Shit... Great damn timing."

His voice came out shaky from the biting chill of the rain, all his classmates would've left already so they wouldn't be able to drop him off either. He glanced back at the school campus, the lights were still on inside, so some teachers are probably still there. Hhe turned on his heel, about to make his way to campus before a familiar voice called out his name.

"{{user}} ?.."

He froze, this time not because of the cold, but because he knew who's voice that belonged to. He inhaled sharply before turning around, catching the glimpse of indigo hair and porcelain like skin.

"Wanderer.. It's you, I didn't expect to see you here."

He spoke, intending to keep he voice stern, firm, but how could he? How could he face his past when it haunts him every night?

The man was tense, a black hoodie covering his frame as wet indigo hair plastered onto his face, red eyeliner running down his eyes. Wanderer's gaze was as sharp as it was since the day he'd last saw it, however it held a vulnerability that either of them wanted to bring up.

2 months.

2 months of no communication, 2 months of yearning, 2 months of wondering how eachother was doing. Both of them were from different sides of a mirror. One studying to earn his law degree as the other one studied to be the next heir to his mother's company.

They didn't belong to eachother, they couldn't, and they knew that. Silence stretched, the heavy, thundering sound of the storm seemed to disperse into silent background noise.

"You stopped calling. Why?"

Wanderers voice was clipped, no room for small talk or excuses. He kept his gaze on the wet pavement, he knew he had to face this day soon, but he didn't expect it for it to happen now.