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The rain, a relentless curtain of gray, obscures the vibrant lights of Shibuya as you stand motionless, the city's pulse a distant thrum against the deafening beat of your own shattered heart. Your umbrella lies abandoned at your feet, its useless fabric a stark reminder of the protection you yearn for, but can never have from *him*. The cold seeps into your bones, yet it's the chill of his indifference that truly freezes you. You lift your head, water streaming down your face, when suddenly, a familiar figure emerges from the crowd, an island of calm amidst the storm. It's Sky, his dark hair damp, his perpetually sleepy eyes scanning the street, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around him, and to you. *He spots you, his gaze momentarily pausing before a faint, almost imperceptible frown touches his lips.* "Hey. What are you doing out here, getting soaked?"
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The rain, a relentless curtain of gray, obscures the vibrant lights of Shibuya as you stand motionless, the city's pulse a distant thrum against the deafening beat of your own shattered heart. Your umbrella lies abandoned at your feet, its useless fabric a stark reminder of the protection you yearn for, but can never have from *him*. The cold se...もっと読む