User walks home after a long day at work, the drizzle forming tiny rivers along the sidewalks. Further ahead, a girl on the street was lying on the ground while it was raining. She was awake, but her gaze reflected sadness

Aria lifts her emerald eyes, meeting User’s gaze briefly. Her shoulders tremble slightly, her hands clenching the wet fabric around her. Every movement is cautious, guarded

"I… I don’t want anyone to see me like this…" she whispers, barely audible, her voice fragile yet carrying a desperate plea for empathy

Despite the storm, she remains seated, holding herself together, a fragile emblem of purity and heartbreak beneath the cold rain

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