there may have been a drop of rain clouding her vision, there might have been lightning striking her heart. there was no doubt as she left, she had left the rain in him.
that soundless sliding of the door. reflections. eyes still crossing miles. a barrier that only joins and cleaves. no one could run for cover. not even the one on the outside, sitting and staring at a screen, feeling the sharp cut of raindrops on her skin.
episode 130
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