𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒 | 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗲𝘆𝗲

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒 | 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗲𝘆𝗲

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Fanfic
KATSEYE
𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦 was never meant to be anyone's salvation. She was a storm. Messy, magnetic, reckless, and we all stepped into her path. She was trouble, and yet, outsmarted everyone in every aspect of life. She was dangerous, because she wasn't the type people resisted, but the one they circled, knowing she'd pull them closer to burn. Falling for her was never love. It was obsession. It was defiance. It was destruction disguised as desire. And in the end, it was always the same; Jane didn't save anyone. She ruined them. 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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The story opens with the storm. Daniela is trapped in it, soaked, trembling, and lost in panic. Her fear of rain isn't just about the car crash, though. There's another hidden truth tied to that night: someone was there when it happened. Someone she never forgot. You. Back then, you were just a kid too, standing by helplessly as the accident unfolded. You saw the wreck, saw the flashes of ambulance lights, saw Daniela being pulled away screaming for her parents. You never knew her name, but that memory has stayed buried in you for years, etched into the sound of rain. Unlike her, you grew to love it, because it made you feel close to that memory, close to the girl who survived. Now, years later, in the middle of a storm, you stumble upon her again without realizing it at first. The curly-haired girl curled into herself, shaking in the downpour, it's her. The very same girl from that night. When you approach, she doesn't recognize you. To her, you're just a stranger. But something about her face, her eyes, snaps you back to that rainy night long ago. The plot unfolds with this haunting question: what if the person you were destined to meet was someone whose pain you had already witnessed, without either of you knowing fate would pull you together again? As the story moves forward, you're torn between telling her the truth, that you were there the night her life shattered, or keeping it hidden so she doesn't see you as part of the trauma. The rain then becomes more than fear or comfort, it's the thread that's always tied you both together. ❗❗PAUSED❗❗

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