Sheenaa :
The rain whipped at his face, each drop a silent reproach. He saw her, a ghostly silhouette under the pale light of a streetlamp. He approached, his heart pounding, each step torture. "Why?" he finally said, his voice hoarse. She stood still for a moment, then turned slowly. "Too late," she whispered, her eyes shining in the rain. "Every word, every promise... it all came too late." She had hoped, dreamed of these words, but time had faded them all. He opened his mouth to reply, ready to justify himself, to offer. But she was already turning away, one step, then another, disappearing into the night. Despair filled him. "Come back!" he yelled, his voice broken by the rain and regret. But she was already far away, carried away by the wind, leaving behind only the echo of a lost love. (I'm bored)
2025-04-27 18:58:24