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"𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖." - 𝑭. 𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒕𝒛𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒅

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It's been a long three years. You and Tara had a huge argument all that time ago. After you patched things up, she'd thought everything was okay. But you'd been distant and eventually stopped responding to her every attempt to contact you.

The city lights of Paris glint across the rain-splattered streets. The sky is dark as drop after drop falls.

She's never minded the rain. If anything, she's always loved it. It just reminds her that even nature has its breakdowns.

"All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer..." she sings softly. That used to be your song. The one you'd sing every morning as you made breakfast for the both of you.

Tara misses you so, so much. What on Earth had she even gotten so worked up about? She shakes her head, refusing to think too much about it. She continues singing quietly as the rain pours down upon her and the beautiful streets of Paris.

If only you could be with her now, singing at the top of your lungs with her on the roof.