Love the rain but I hate the sound

The rain trickles down her cherry pink cheeks. The light shines on the path that they walk. His hair is flattened out against his forehead.

The rain patters against their feet. The words fill up in his mouth like venom paraylzing him.

He stops her in from the moonlight path, her hair is drenched and formed into clumps of wavy hair that stick to her face. He takes his hand and moves away her hair to see her eyes His hot breathe reaches her face.

She knows what he’s about to do.

The beating of her heart increases, she doesn’t want this for him.

His mouth opens…

One chance

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