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"Can you share your umbrella with me?"
I turn to my left. There she is, smiling faintly as heavy drops of rain continue to sprinkle around us, wetting her long black hair and yellow dress.
I take a sharp breath and turn around, my white shoes stomping on the sidewalk.
"Can you share your umbrella with me?"
I ignore her whispers. As I venture through the dark street, the wind blows stronger, taking my umbrella away.
"Now, we're both under the rain."
The lady in yellow dress whispers from behind, eyes crying blood, cold arms enveloping me in a hug.
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Whispers In The Rain
RandomWhispers in the rain lingered by the wind and each drop held unspoken words. The world around us is drenched, yet in the quiet between the storm, it's our whispers that fill the space-soft, fleeting, but unforgettable. The rain may wash everything a...
