Music Recommendation: Wish you the best - Lewis Capaldi.
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The rain was relentless. Like a paid punishment on Tim as he stood before Aurora's house late at night.
It poured against the pavement, seeping through the fabric of his suit, drenching him to the bone. But Tim Carter didn't move.
After everything that had happened, standing under the rain wasn't even close to the punishment he deserved.
He stood there, beneath the dim light of the streetlamp, his eyes fixed on the door that separated him from the only woman who had ever broken him.
Aurora.
She was inside.
He could feel her. She was a part of him; he'd been bleeding out for five goddamn years.
His jaw clenched as the memories crashed into him. Her laugh, her stubbornness, the way she once looked at him like he was her world... before he destroyed her.
He never wanted to love her.
Never wanted to need her the way he did.
