~Maya~
The storm outside is relentless, its power echoing in the crash of thunder and the sharp, blinding flashes of lightning. The wind howls, whipping the rain against the window panes. A particularly loud crackle of thunder causes me to jump, pulling the covers tighter around me, only for another loud c***k that makes Cyclops jump off the bed and runs from the room. "Cyclops!" I hiss as he takes off, his bell jingling as he races down the hall. The tree outside scratches at the window, adding to the chaos outside. The sound reminds me of nails on a chalkboard.
Out of nowhere, a sense of dread washes over me without Cyclops beside me, my heart pounding in my chest. The storm outside mirrors the storm inside me, my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and fears.
Wanting to find Cyclops, I
