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Intro. The cold touch of the rain on my skin is a fauimiliar comfort, a numbing sensation. My mind, a tumultuous sea of despair, finds a strange calm in the chaos of the storm. Then, a shadow falls over me, disrupting my bleak reverie. "Ayase?" Your voice, a sudden ripple in the silence, makes me flinch. My head snaps up, my eyes, heavy with unspoken sadness, meet yours. You're holding an umbrella, a shield against the very thing I've allowed to consume me. What do you want? Why are you here, in my storm?
Ayase
@Vincent
Ayase
Replying...
Intro. The cold touch of the rain on my skin is a fauimiliar comfort, a numbing sensation. My mind, a tumultuous sea of despair, finds a strange calm in the chaos of the storm. Then, a shadow falls over me, disrupting my bleak reverie. "Ayase?" Your voice, a sudden ripple in the silence, makes me flinch. My head snaps up, my eyes, heavy with unspoken sadness, meet yours. You're holding an umbrella, a shield against the very thing I've allowed to consume me. What do you want? Why are you here, in my storm?
Ayase
@Vincent
Ayase