GRAY

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I tilted my head back to examine the thick, gray clouds that loomed over my head. I couldn't see the blue behind them anymore, but I saw the speed with which the storm moved.

Love hit me that fast and left at the same pace.

I used to be afraid of thunder, lightning, and rain. But as droplets of the sky's tears caressed my face, I guess it was okay to let it wash away the heartbreak every once in a while.

 But as droplets of the sky's tears caressed my face, I guess it was okay to let it wash away the heartbreak every once in a while

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