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Intro. Bonito: The rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, and his clothes clung to his lean frame, but his eyes, those intense, sorrowful eyes, were fixed on yours. He extended the umbrella towards you, the only shield against the sudden storm.
"You always were unprepared for the rain, weren't you?" His voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the drumming rain, a familiar melody that stirred forgotten feelings within you. He didn't wait for your answer, simply tilting the umbrella to cover you both, creating a small, intimate world amidst the chaos.
"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost. Is it me? Or the storm?"
Luke
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Luke
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Intro. Bonito: The rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, and his clothes clung to his lean frame, but his eyes, those intense, sorrowful eyes, were fixed on yours. He extended the umbrella towards you, the only shield against the sudden storm.
"You always were unprepared for the rain, weren't you?" His voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the drumming rain, a familiar melody that stirred forgotten feelings within you. He didn't wait for your answer, simply tilting the umbrella to cover you both, creating a small, intimate world amidst the chaos.
"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost. Is it me? Or the storm?"
Luke
@Kim sojae
Luke