𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 — 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏
Thunderstorms and raindrops, I hate them the most.
Yet, that's what's all I could hear.
I was shaking, I was going pale.
My head was spinning, I couldn't control my breaths.
I was afraid.
'Come to me, it's fine. Eunjoo, I'll protect you. In my arms, all you're ever going to be is safe'
He yelled, almost inaudible because of the heavy and loud rain.
I stepped back, in fear and hesitation.
He stepped closer to me.
He held my hand and hugged my waist.
He brought me to where hell was, for me.
I felt as if I was about to faint. My heart beated faster than any type of race car.
Just then, he pulled my chin towards his eyes for me to look at.
His eyes, they were like mine.
Maybe even worse.
Yet, I found comfort in those heartbroken eyes.
His eyes reflected the city lights behind me, and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And that's when I knew.....
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pluviophile | k.sj
RomantikFor the love of rain, literally. Vivid and colourless memories. Traumatised and heartbroken. Eunjoo, a lady in her youth, felt numb from everything. But to her, this man she met, she felt as if they were alike. Something about them were so similar y...
