Jul 26, 2016
❛ ♛ ⊰ strandedheart.
the knock is gentle, barely even audible over the dangerous rumbling of the thunder outside the apartment complex. it rattles through the walls and shakes the ground, making his knees weak and his heart sink. ryker doesn’t like the weather. he wants it to STOP, calm down and turn back into the previous starry night sky he adores so much. instead there are lightning bolts ripping through the clouds, illuminating the quiet hallway at two am and reminding him of memories from the past that he can’t seem to escape from. twitching fingers struggle to form into a fist as he knocks again, and then again, a little louder. they are asleep, he thinks, don’t wake them up.