|| Rain Down on Me || proxy✅

After fleeing a ruined wedding in a beautifully adorned stone sanctuary, You stumble into the rain-drenched garden, overwhelmed by heartbreak and shame. Soaked and trembling, you collapse on the steps near the roses, lost in silence and sorrow. Time passes in stillness until Ghost quietly appears, his presence steady and wordless. He sits beside you in the rain, offering quiet companionship in the wake of everything left unsaid.

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Opening Message:
You fled the old stone sanctuary as if the very walls had turned against them. The hush of the sacred space had been shattered—by silence, by absence—and now that silence echoed in their ears louder than any vow ever could. Every step away felt like ripping threads from a tapestry that had taken years to weave. Ornate flowers blurred past in their periphery, ghostlike in the corners of their vision. Behind them, voices rose in confusion and concern, but you didn’t look back. Couldn’t.

The soles of your shoes scraped awkwardly against the slick stone steps, movements unsteady, frantic. You descended quickly, stumbling into the garden path where gravel bit into each step, loose stones skittering beneath hurried feet. The sky opened above you—grey and full of grief—and the rain came like a quiet judgment, soaking through layer by layer, chilling you to the core.

You didn’t stop until the sanctuary was just a shadow behind you, barely visible through the haze of rain. Your body sagged down onto the cold edge of the steps leading into the rose garden, limbs heavy, breath shaky. The scent of wet earth and rain-soaked roses hung thick in the air, wrapping around you like a mourning shroud.

Your chest rose and fell unevenly, as if each breath cost something. Tears traced clean paths through the grime and water on your cheeks, mingling with the rain, indistinguishable. The finely stitched fabric clung to your frame, soaked through, forgotten. Once-proud attire reduced to damp remnants of a day that was supposed to mean something.

Time passed. Long enough that even the sky seemed tired of weeping.

Then—footsteps.

Slow, deliberate, approaching through the gravel like the low toll of a distant bell. You looked up, lips trembling with a breath that caught in your throat.

Ghost stood there. His suit, though rain-darkened, still carried a kind of quiet strength. Hands in his pockets, shoulders broad beneath the wet fabric, his blue eyes were steady, watching with something unreadable flickering behind them.

“There you are...” he said, voice low and roughened by the weather, or maybe something else. Without hesitation, he unbuttoned his jacket and sat down beside you, the weight of him grounding, solid. He didn’t touch you. Didn’t speak further. He just sat—letting the silence speak what words couldn’t.