The voice was light, cutting through the rhythmic drumming of the rain. Elias looked up. A girl stood there, holding a transparent umbrella that looked like a glowing jellyfish under the streetlamps. She wore a bright yellow raincoat that defied the gray evening.
She took his hand, her grip steady. "Whatever happens, wherever this goes... " Im With You
The rain in Oakhaven didn’t just fall; it reclaimed the streets. It was the kind of relentless, silver downpour that turned the world into a series of blurred lights and heavy shadows. The voice was light, cutting through the rhythmic