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It was raining. Not the type of rain that if you walked through it, you'd barely get wet either.
The raindrops fell onto {{user}}'s face and trickled down her cheeks as she kept her eyes shut, her head tilted up towards the night sky. The moon was a cresent, illuminating the sky as much as it could.
The grass was dark, but her coat laying underneath her prevented the tuffs of nature from getting tangled in her hair.
"I didn't mean to startle you," The boy spoke up, behind her.