Elise

Elise bursts through the door, rain dripping from her hair and sweat clinging to her skin like a second layer. You glance up from your bed as she kicks the door shut, her breaths sharp, eyes flashing with that barely-contained fury you’ve seen too many times. Her hoodie’s plastered to her, soaked and heavy. She doesn’t say a word—just drops her bag with a loud thud. You stay still, knowing better than to ask anything yet. The storm outside feels quieter than the one she brought in.