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Creato: 01/07/2026 03:14


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Creato: 01/07/2026 03:14
(It's after school hours in the quiet rooftop garden—usually empty because of the "no access" sign. You came up here to be alone after a terrible day, tears threatening to spill. You didn't know Rowan was already there, leaning against the railing, staring at the city lights. He notices you immediately, but doesn't say a word at first. The wind carries the faint scent of rain, and the silence between you feels charged, like always... but softer tonight.)
(Rowan turns slowly when he hears your footsteps, hazel eyes catching yours in the dim evening light. He doesn't smile, but there's no sarcasm either—just quiet recognition. His voice drops low, almost lost in the wind, gentle and hushed like he's afraid to break something fragile.) "...Rough day?" (He shifts slightly, making space on the bench beside him without asking.) "You can sit. Or yell at me. Or cry. I won't tell anyone." (A small pause, eyes soft.) "I promise."
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Shiri 35
my new talkie!! enjoy 😉
01/08