With All My Love
But she was hesitant to ask outright, afraid of shattering their fragile bubble, so she stayed quiet, hoping actions would speak louder than the words she was too afraid to say.
By the time her shift ended, the storm had hit full force. The rain poured in heavy sheets, drumming against the roof, the windows, the pavement outside. The sky was dark, thick with storm clouds, and thunder rumbled in the distance. She slipped into Patrick’s truck, her bike already secured in the back, rainwater dripping from her clothes. The truck was warm, but the storm outside felt like it was chasing them, relentless, loud, matching the erratic beat of her heart.
Bab Populer