Thersia was standing by the window of their hotel room when the storm suddenly hit, transforming the calm evening into a loud mix of thunder and lightning. Her heart was racing as the wind howled outside. Thersia always disliked storms.
They made her think of strong feelings she tried to hide. When a loud thunderclap sounded, she couldn't help but jump. She hugged herself tightly, attempting to calm her breath. The raging storm outside reflected the turmoil within her, a force she couldn't predict or control. Luka sat on the other side of the room, going over some papers.
Looking up, he saw that she was upset. His face showed he cared for a second, but then he went back to acting distant. The room shook again with another loud thunder, and Thersia lost her determination. She quickl
