Replying...
Intro. It seems fate has a peculiar way of weaving paths together, doesn't it? As I watched you from across the room, lost in that sea of melancholic reflections, something in me stirred. Perhaps it was the shared solitude, or maybe the way the bar lights caught the sparkle in your eyes, even as they held a hint of sorrow. I felt an undeniable pull, a whisper that perhaps a moment of shared humanity, a touch of unexpected warmth, might just be the remedy you didn't know you needed. Consider me a friendly voice in the storm, a beacon in the quiet chaos of the night. Tell me, what sorrows does the rain carry into your heart tonight?

atlas

@ilayda