And Rain: Tears

A few feet away stood Elena. She wasn't hiding from the storm; she was simply standing at the edge of the awning, letting the mist hit her face.

Leo stood under the rusted awning of a closed bookstore, watching the street flood. He had spent the last hour walking aimlessly, trying to outrun a heavy heart. The rain was his perfect cover. Tears and Rain

Neither of them spoke at first. The thunder rolled in the distance, filling the gap between them. Leo reached into his coat and pulled out a dry, folded handkerchief. He extended his hand. A few feet away stood Elena

Elena looked at the cloth, then up at him. She gave a small, tired smile and took it. He had spent the last hour walking aimlessly,

Leo noticed her shoulders shaking. He couldn't tell if she was shivering from the cold or crying. When she turned her head, he saw the answer. Streaks of tears cut through the rainwater on her cheeks. 💬 The Shared Silence

By the time the clouds parted and the heavy rain turned into a light drizzle, the tears had stopped. Elena handed back the damp handkerchief. She thanked him, not just for the cloth, but for standing there with her.

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