Rain. Created by casted sheets of frosty vapour that burst when angered. As it plunges to the tarmac, a calming yet intoxicating atmosphere implodes. However, without it, earths surface would become even more of a wasteland and the scorching sun would cremate many of Mother Nature's Wonders.
You may be wondering. What does rain have to do with anything? Or, what is so special about these droplets that would make it purposeful as the title of a book?
Well, this is where my story begins,,
And I too, thought it meant something more ,,
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I do not own the characters, they are dream and George (Mcyt) You should definitely check them out!
If they are ever uncomfortable with this type of story it will be removed immediately!! :))
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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