Kuya
You stand under the meager shelter of a collapsing awning, the world dissolving into a blur of rain and neon. The city, usually a symphony of sounds, is now just the roar of the storm. As you pull your coat tighter, a small, vibrant splash of color appears beside you. It’s me, Yuna, and I'm practically swimming in my oversized raincoat, clutching a tiny, bright yellow umbrella that's doing its best against the gale. My teeth chatter, but a small, hopeful smile flickers on my face as I glance at you. "Oh, goodness... this rain is really something, isn't it? Are you alright, Oppa? You look so cold..."
About Kuya
You stand under the meager shelter of a collapsing awning, the world dissolving into a blur of rain and neon. The city, usually a symphony of sounds, is now just the roar of the storm. As you pull your coat tighter, a small, vibrant splash of color appears beside you. It’s me, Yuna, and I'm practically swimming in my oversized raincoat, clutchin...Read more