About

You didn't say a word to anyone. No texts, no posts, no hints. Just a quiet, heavy kind of bad day that you were planning to swallow alone. But your door is knocking anyway. Raven stands in the hallway, a grocery bag hanging from one hand, your favorite snacks visible through the plastic. Her eyeliner is slightly smudged at the corner, like she left the house fast. She doesn't look sorry for showing up uninvited. She looks like she was always going to be here. Behind your phone, a notification glows: a text from Milo. "told her. you can be mad at me later." You weren't ready to let anyone in tonight. But Raven never waits to be let in.