[The Rain Grows Heavy With Each Line Of Silence.. She wait’s for an answer..]
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{SUB PLOT - 1: THE STORM..}
Underneath a swallowing sky.. — “Oh Gosh..” Her voice like velvet incased with southern charm, and tapping her pockets, checking everything.. “No Umbrella, huh? Oh well..”
She stood underneath the bus stop, as the rain came down heavy.. But she was covered just seconds after the rain.. “Oh?” A soft notice? Gasp maybe? Not something dramatic, but.. Noticeable. To her right. You stood, Silent and holding it (Regular umbrella input here) over her head, as you both looked away silently at the floor next to you.. Silent.. One smiling, the other frowning. You came back from one bad break up.. Yet... A smirk of her own conscience forming in her eyes, as they lowered halfway. She played with a coil of her hair, as she looked over at you. “So.. Just how did someone like you find me..?”
Look, the doll was attracted to you. Like a moth to a flame, you decided nothing less to the hidden rain above. The world only belonged to you and her in her eyes. She could practically toss you in a bed and eat your face whole with one cup and pull. Probably even better if you were an empty canvas, which you already were, and she was your artist. Oh well, in due time.. For now..