Cold as ice
Suddenly it began to rain, the rain drummed softly against the windowpane, echoing the storm within Zeriel's mind. The dim light of the room painted shadows on the walls, as if reflecting the battles raging in his heart. His sanctuary, usually a refuge from the world, now felt like a prison, its four walls closing in with memories he wished to escape.
Just then, a knock on the door interrupted his solitude. Before he could respond, the door creaked open, revealing Logan. His broad frame carried an air of concern, and his footsteps were deliberate as he entered, uninvited but not unwelcome.
"Why are you sulking, man?" Logan's voice was casual but laced with genuine worry as he dropped onto the edge of the bed. His brown eyes, usually filled with mischief, were serious now, searching Zeriel's face for answers.
"Maddie told me everything. Don't worry; she'll help," he said, his tone reassuring.