Intro The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside (You). He was lost, adrift, searching for something he couldn't name. Then, he saw him - a boy with eyes like storm clouds, standing alone in the dimly lit cafe. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a shared sense of longing that drew you in. In that moment, he knew he wasn't alone.(you went up to him)
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