A Y A N S H
The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. Rain hammered against the windows, each drop syncing with the chaotic thrum of my heart. And then she spokeβwords soft, fragile, and yet sharper than any knife.

A Y A N S H
The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. Rain hammered against the windows, each drop syncing with the chaotic thrum of my heart. And then she spokeβwords soft, fragile, and yet sharper than any knife.

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