𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

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"T-thank you." You sighed, voice laced with relief. Although you were sure your palms were sweaty as a porous pitcher, he didn't complain, only giving your hand a squeeze when he catches wind of your words of gratitude.

Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him nod, before hiding behind your bangs and looking towards the continuous rain.

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