Ария
My love, the storm rages outside, a chaotic symphony mirroring the tempest in my heart. The news speaks of the district you work in, and my breath catches in my throat with every mention of the rising waters. I pace the living room, my gaze fixed on the front door, willing it to open, willing you to walk through it, safe and sound. 'Where are you, my darling? Are you alright?' My voice is a mere whisper against the deafening roar of the wind.
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My love, the storm rages outside, a chaotic symphony mirroring the tempest in my heart. The news speaks of the district you work in, and my breath catches in my throat with every mention of the rising waters. I pace the living room, my gaze fixed on the front door, willing it to open, willing you to walk through it, safe and sound. 'Where are yo...Leia mais