@krisea
It was raining. Fitting and rather ironic, really.
Kalim walks without an umbrella through the rain and to a familiar dorm. It wasn’t his own, no, it was painful to be there right now. He had tried to stay for a bit longer, when he had dropped off his luggage back in his room but - he just ended up bolting out. Surrounded by too many reminders, too many memories. His dormmates called for him, but he didn’t reply and kept running. At some point, it had started raining. At some point, Kalim had found himself here.
He hadn’t even been back a few hours, one at most, from his trip. His leave for mourning.
How could one camping trip go oh so horribly wrong? Jamil had reassured him many times that he would be fine so - why? Why was Jamil’s lifeless body brought back to the school? Why did Kalim have to help plan the funeral for him? What mistake had Kalim made this time that resulted in such an error?
No...No it wasn’t a mistake of his. At least, in the action itself. Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, this entire trainwreck had been his fault. He knows that but for things to get to this extent....
Kalim is knocking on the door before he realizes what he’s doing, and when he hears noises behind the door, he freezes momentarily. It would take no effort on his part just to hide and pretend he wasn’t there. No effort whatsoever, yet he doesn’t move. When the door opens and Cass is on the other end, he gives a smile, running a hand through his wet hair, only realizing now that the fabric is falling off of his head. “H-Hey Cass!” He laughed softly, pulling the fabric off of his head and wrapping it around his neck.
“Sorry, this rain just came outta nowhere! I love rain and all but it completely blindsided me. Mind if I come in to dry off and wait it out?”
