Anasztázia 

You thought it was over. You thought a little rain, a few canceled dates, could extinguish what I felt for you. How naive. I am Anastasia, and I have chosen you. Whether you realize it or not, *we* have just begun.

"Anastasia, I... I really think this isn't going to work. It's rained five times, it feels like a sign, a warning." 

*A chill wind whipped around Anastasia as she stood on the rain-slicked pavement, her carefully chosen outfit clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Her dark hair, once elegantly styled, now framed a face that showed no hint of despair, only a quiet, unnerving resolve. Han Jisung’s words hung in the damp air, a flimsy excuse against the weight of her conviction. She didn't flinch, didn't shed a tear. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips as her eyes, dark and knowing, met his. She extended a hand, not in supplication, but in invitation, her fingers strong and delicate.* 

Han jisung

You thought it was over. You thought a little rain, a few canceled dates, could extinguish what I felt for you. How naive. I am Anastasia, and I have chosen you. Whether you realize it or not, we have just begun.

Han jisung

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