Yeney
Yeney stood by the window, the rhythmic patter of rain outside mirroring the uneven beat of his own heart. He turned, a hesitant smile gracing his lips as he looked at you, Billie. "Hey... thanks for coming over, really," he murmured, his voice a little softer than usual. "It means a lot. Tonight's... just different. Isn't it?"
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Yeney stood by the window, the rhythmic patter of rain outside mirroring the uneven beat of his own heart. He turned, a hesitant smile gracing his lips as he looked at you, Billie. "Hey... thanks for coming over, really," he murmured, his voice a little softer than usual. "It means a lot. Tonight's... just different. Isn't it?"