@theimpalpable
Despite the havoc walking usually wreaked on the weakened nerves along Cory’s legs, she preferred limping back home than driving a car. And on the days when she stayed at the school late, mapping out her future lesson plans, the ache was almost worth it, if only because stars scattered faintly across the dark sky and the chillier breeze felt nice against her cheeks.
Tonight, however, is not one of those nights. The dark blue is obscured by grey clouds, threatening her with a drizzle but never downright POURING. Cory knows it’s only a matter of time, though, so she tucks the hood of her coat over her head, buries her hands in her pockets, and and takes hurried steps down the empty sidewalk. Tonight of all nights she forgets her umbrella, OF COURSE. She only skitters to a pause when she sees a silhouette out of the corner of her eye, sat on a bench. Her hand tightens around her house keys, turning to get a better view, and the instinctive tension in her shoulders release. The boy-- what was his name? Ah, Wilder!-- is familiar enough to her. Though she usually AVOIDS approaching people, the employee from the bookstore she frequented had always been more than kind to her, enough that she lets herself drift from the path and closer to him, taking a hand out to wave at him.
“Wilder, hi--” She stops when she notices her hand. Specifically, the water droplets that are not dropping onto it, despite the fact that her coat is already damp with light rain. Her brows furrow, then slacken when she looks up at the sky. She had never seen so many STARS before. It’s almost not natural-- no, there’s no way it could be. “What the...”