shelfcarecatharsis 's review for:

The Predator by RuNyx

5.0

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“Rain. Drops beating against the glass in a musical, melancholic symphony. There was something about the sound of rain that sent pangs through her chest. Morana lay curled on her side, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, the urge to feel them, to see them, overwhelming her. Thunder crackled in the sky, a split of lightning bathing everything in brilliant white before disappearing. Droplets hit the glass in tandem, trying to break it like bullets, trying to reach her but unable to. She sat behind that wall, longing to feel those droplets on herself, longing to let them sear her, but unable to. And wasn't that her life. Longing for things she couldn't reach, things that tried to reach her and came up against a wall. A glass wall. Where she could see everything, know exactly what she was missing, drown in her awareness even as the glass couldn't break.”

I kept finding myself in Morana. Wildcat