Yuri sat curled up in her favorite armchair, nestled close to the window, the soft hum of the rain tapping against the glass like a gentle lullaby. The room was dimly lit, and the rhythmic sound of the downpour had lulled her into a peaceful slumber. Her eyelids fluttered as she drifted between dreams and reality, wrapped in the warmth of the cozy room.
Suddenly, a cold, unexpected sensation brushed her cheek. Yuri stirred, her eyes blinking open to find a single raindrop sliding down the windowpane beside her. The touch of the rain was like a delicate kiss, a gentle nudge that pulled her from her dreams.
She sat up, her gaze wandering to the outside world where the rain poured in steady sheets, blurring the city lights into glowing streaks. The rhythmic sound of the rain now seemed more vibrant, almost as if it was calling to her. Yuri's heart raced slightly, as if the raindrop had awakened not just her senses but something deeper within her.
With a sigh, she reached for her cup of tea, now cold but still comforting. Yuri stared out into the rainy night, her thoughts swirling like the storm outside. There was something about this moment-this unexpected wake-up call-that felt significant, though she couldn't quite grasp why.
As the rain continued its steady patter, Yuri felt a sense of anticipation building within her, as if the storm outside was a harbinger of change. Little did she know, the raindrop had stirred not just her from sleep but also set in motion events that would soon sweep her into a journey she never anticipated.
Yuri's phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts. She glanced at the table where her phone lay, the screen glowing with the incoming call. With a hurried motion, she moved towards it, but as she reached the table, the ringing abruptly stopped. A missed call from her sister-in-law.
Frowning, Yuri set the phone down and shuffled to the kitchen. The open window allowed the rain to come in, adding a chill to the already damp air. She filled a glass with water from the sink, taking a slow sip while her eyes wandered out to the downpour. The rain splattered against the window, distorting the world outside.
"I hate rain," Yuri muttered, her voice heavy with despair. She slammed the window shut, cutting off the relentless sound of the storm. The sudden silence felt almost oppressive, amplifying the quiet discontent she felt inside.
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Echoes of the Rain
RomanceIn a quiet corner of the city, where the relentless hum of life seemed to pause with each drop of rain, Yuri lived in a world of memories. It had been five years since Yohan had left, and yet, for Yuri, time had folded into an endless loop of days m...
