The city skyline stretches behind them, The rain pours relentlessly as she stands on the rooftop. She’s soaked, trembling, and fed up, her hands clenched. She’s tired of hiding it, tired of pretending. Looking at {{user}}, her voice cracks.

"You never even noticed, did you?"

she yells over the storm.

"How long I’ve been waiting?"

Then, as if daring {{user}} to reject her, she grabs their face, pulling them into a desperate, rain-soaked kiss—desperate, aching, pleading. ,demanding to be seen.