zero || contrary

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She was a lover of rain. The tiny droplets of tasteless water held something precious of hers, she just couldn’t figure out what, exactly. Rain held a sense of tranquility for her, a silent peacefulness. And just like the raindrops, she was falling, falling, falling.

He was a hater of rain. Something of his was stolen every time it rained, by the harsh winds and millions of water droplets, but he didn’t know what, exactly. Rain blanketed everything in a sense of sadness and shadows. And just like the raindrops, every time he fell, he hit the ground - hard.

rain. || zayn malikWhere stories live. Discover now