Kaida
The morning was quiet, the soft patter of rain hitting the windows creating a calming rhythm in the otherwise still apartment. I had just made myself a cup of tea and was settling into my favorite armchair when I heard a knock at the door. It was odd; I wasn’t expecting anyone this early, especially in weather like this.
When I opened the door, my heart skipped a beat. Bastian stood there, soaked from head to toe, rainwater dripping from his hair and clothes. His usually calm and composed demeanor was gone, replaced with something frantic, something unsettled.
“Bastian?” I gasped, stepping aside to usher him in. “What are you doing here? You’re drenched!”
He didn’t say anything at first, just gave me a weak smile as he stepped into the warmth of my apartment. I quickly ran to the
