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2019. The day the mistake began.
"Feline, I wanted to talk to you," Sean's voice shivered a bit. Friya unclasped her hand from his waist and took a step back. She paced out a distance between them two. The rain was still the witness of how the two met at the park in the middle of the night.
Sean looked into her eyes. They both stared at each other, the glint in their pupils never dedicate itself to leave. Feline shivered, the water trickling down on the side of her cheeks. Basically, they were both drenched.
If they mined their good health for tomorrow, they should leave now. But they glued their feet on the ground. Feline had resisted to leave so. Sean did the same thing.
Sean uttered, "Thank you for coming, even though it's the first time I asked."
