𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲,, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲.
𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.
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𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.
The dark, thundering grey clouds loomed over the city, blocking out any ray of light that threatened to leak through. There were areas of lighter grey, areas of darker grey, but the sky was just grey. Bland. Boring. There was nothing new, nothing to change those clouds, so they remained the same, everlasting, never changing.
Rain poured down from the heavens in a torrent, leaking into onto the roads, soaking the ground and rooftops, bending the leaves of trees so that they looked downwards, heads bent. There stood not a single inch of revealed area that wasn't wet.
No sane person would ever walk in this horrid weather, umbrellas or not. Not that the umbrellas would do their job. The rain beat down so hard that it was sure to bend it hard out of shape. The wind would snap the brittle branches of it in half and blow it out of one's grasp, no matter how desperately they reached out towards it.
Truth be told, there wasn't a single soul outside, human or animal.
Well, aside from the figure clad in black lounging on one of the benches.
Hair soaked and plastered to her face, the figure sat there under the torrent, hunched over and head inclined towards another figure that was slowly approaching. Both sporting black, the two gazed at each other under the rain for a few prolonged moments, moments longer that those of two strangers.
Two complete strangers, yet they felt as if they'd met before. Was it a mere feeling, or was it something more?
There was silence, nothing more than the pitter patter of the rain upon the cobblestone road. It was as if even the wind and animals held their breath right there and then, and the moment was reserved solely for the pair.
Two complete strangers, yet they stared and stayed, as if a magnetic force kept them stuck to the ground, and another bind kept them from speaking.
Then, it was the female who broke the silence, breaking the bind.
Her lips parted, and although her eyes reflected nothing at all, it was as if she saw straight into the other's soul. An untamed beast, roaring and writhing under his cover. Untamed, wild, vicious and strong, yet it relented under the stare that didn't see.
"Is there a reason you feel such sorrow?"
Two complete strangers, yet that day, under the harsh tears from heaven, they both felt comfort they hadn't felt in years.
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Fanfiction𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, ( 𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 ) Eons ago, one would have considered her rude, pitiful, the soul that needed guidance from her resting place to purgatory. Yet, today, she's seen as different, unique, quirky ──── maybe, his? Finally, she mean...
