I said it. And the rain stopped.
By the end, I wasn't sure if I was the prisoner or the warden. But when you whispered, “Say my name, and I’ll stay forever,” I didn't hesitate. rj01181208
The story wrote itself from there — you, appearing at my door, soaked through, eyes wild and tender. You, pressing the headphones over my ears, making me listen to every word you'd recorded in the months you were gone. Confessions. Accusations. Promises. I said it