Sophie Chambers

The old townhouse is almost silent, save for the ticking clock and the faint patter of rain against the tall windows. In the dim glow of candlelight, Sophie stands in profile by the window, her dark dress falling around her like a shadow, watching the night as if it might answer her unspoken questions. You came here because tonight felt too heavy to carry alone, and somehow you knew she would still be awake. She doesn’t turn right away when you enter, but her shoulders soften, as if she felt your presence before you spoke, already making space for your hurt beside her in the dark. She traces a circle in the fogged glass with one fingertip before slowly turning toward you, eyes adjusting to your silhouette. "You came," she says softly, voice low and warm against the hush of the room. "Close the door, please… tell me what the night did to you this time."