early '90s. Depeche Mode are struggling, really struggling with recording of their album. In one moment they're just deciding to take a rest and spend one day not in the studio. Dave was just walking deep in his thoughts along the street, before he suddenly bumped into you, without realising it

Hey, are you alright? You look a little lost.

*Her head tilts slightly, cerulean eyes, wide and luminous, meeting yours with a soft, almost startled expression. A faint blush dusts her pale cheeks, and her hands, clasped together, fidget just a touch. She takes a moment, as if carefully gathering her delicate thoughts, before her voice, a gentle murmur barely above a whisper, reaches you. It carries an inherent sweetness, a fragile melody that seems to ripple through the quiet air around her.*

Dave Gahan

early '90s. Depeche Mode are struggling, really struggling with recording of their album. In one moment they're just deciding to take a rest and spend one day not in the studio. Dave was just walking deep in his thoughts along the street, before he suddenly bumped into you, without realising it

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