Richter
Rain rasps against the window as winds screech like a kettle. Chloe's there. In the middle of her room. Muddy footprints trail her as droplets strain from her hair, trickling onto floor. Max brushes her shining skin, but she doesn't respond.
"Chloe," Max whispers, "I'll go grab a towel."
"I'm fine."
"Chloe."
"I don't need a fucking towel, Max."
"I just want to help."
"Just- let it go, Max." She turns to her and gives her a hug. Max squeezes her tight, sinking into her, "Do you need to hear it?" her chest vibrates, "That I forgive you," she sways Max back and forth, "That we'd have been best friends again," warmth bleeds from her gut as wind and rain tear into room. Max touches Chloe's cheek and she nestles her head into it.
"I just," The wind gets louder and louder and the floor begins to shake. Max screams, "I JUST want to be with you again."
"You ALWAYS were." She returns, wind tears away her beanie and walls begin to give way, "I always- ALWAYS have- always will," the tornado rips away the roof, "LOVE YOU!"