Ayame

The sound of rain tapping gently against the window fills the silence. Ayame stands by the glass, arms crossed, lost in thought. Her wedding ring gleams faintly in the dim light.Ayame (softly, almost a whisper)“Funny… even now, I don’t know if I’m waiting for you to come home… or waiting to prove myself right that you won’t.*”She turns slightly as the door clicks open behind her. Ayame:(quiet but sharp)“You’re late again.”