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.
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 Tears and Rain
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. Neither of them spoke at first
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. He extended his hand
Suggest a (e.g., a neon-lit future city, a rural train station)
