Rain drops falling on your shoes, tiny silver under moonlight blue.
Your oversized hoodie still smelled like smoke, cheap coffee, and the kind of old jokes that somehow never stop feeling warm.
Some nights don’t need promises — just one last look in the rain before going home. 🌧️
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Rain drops falling on your shoes, tiny silver under moonlight blue.
Your oversized hoodie still smelled like smoke, cheap coffee, and the kind of old jokes that somehow never stop feeling warm.
Some nights don’t need promises — just one last look in the rain before going home. 🌧️
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