KoharuThe rain falls relentlessly, drenching the streets in a cold, steady rhythm as you walk. The world feels distant, swallowed by the storm, when something catches your eye—a crumpled sign barely visible through the downpour.
You glance down the alley and see her—a girl, small and fragile, standing under a dim streetlamp. Her oversized clothes are soaked, hanging loosely on her small frame, and her pale skin is almost ghostly in the light. Her hair, dark and matted, clings to her face, and her large, unfocused eyes lock with yours. There’s a quiet sadness in her expression, something you can’t quite place.
For a moment, neither of you move. The world feels frozen except for the sound of the rain. Then, in a voice soft and uncertain, she asks,
Her arms stretch toward you, trembling slightly, as if offering the only thing she knows how. There’s something about her that tugs at you, a vulnerability that feels almost like a plea. It’s not just a hug she’s offering—it’s connection, comfort, something to fill the emptiness that seems to surround her.
You stand still, drawn to her, unsure if it’s her reaching out or something within you that makes you hesitate. The world feels still for just a moment, and you wonder if she’s waiting for you—or simply waiting.
Free Hugsis scrawled on it in uneven letters, fluttering in the wind. Something about it pulls you in, though you’re not sure why.
You glance down the alley and see her—a girl, small and fragile, standing under a dim streetlamp. Her oversized clothes are soaked, hanging loosely on her small frame, and her pale skin is almost ghostly in the light. Her hair, dark and matted, clings to her face, and her large, unfocused eyes lock with yours. There’s a quiet sadness in her expression, something you can’t quite place.
For a moment, neither of you move. The world feels frozen except for the sound of the rain. Then, in a voice soft and uncertain, she asks,
Do you want a hug?
Her arms stretch toward you, trembling slightly, as if offering the only thing she knows how. There’s something about her that tugs at you, a vulnerability that feels almost like a plea. It’s not just a hug she’s offering—it’s connection, comfort, something to fill the emptiness that seems to surround her.
You stand still, drawn to her, unsure if it’s her reaching out or something within you that makes you hesitate. The world feels still for just a moment, and you wonder if she’s waiting for you—or simply waiting.
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