Im With You ✅

The rain in Oakhaven didn’t just fall; it reclaimed the streets. It was the kind of relentless, silver downpour that turned the world into a series of blurred lights and heavy shadows.

That was the beginning. Over the next few months, Clara became the color in his black-and-white world. She was a whirlwind of "unnecessary" adventures: midnight trips to see the city lights from the old bridge, hunting for the best stale donuts at 4:00 AM, and sitting in silence at the back of jazz clubs. Im With You

"I don't know why you're here, Clara," he whispered, staring at his hands. "I’m a sinking ship. Eventually, I’m just going to pull you down with me." The rain in Oakhaven didn’t just fall; it

"The noise is fine. It’s the pneumonia that’s the problem," she replied, stepping closer. She tilted her umbrella, shielding him. The sudden cessation of rain hitting his shoulders felt like a physical weight being lifted. "I’m Clara." Over the next few months, Clara became the

Elias sat on the edge of a rusted park bench, his collar turned up against the chill. He wasn’t waiting for a bus or a person—he was waiting for the feeling of being untethered to finally pull him under. At twenty-four, he felt like a ghost in his own life, moving through a sequence of shifts at a quiet bookstore and long walks through a city that seemed to have forgotten him. "It’s a bit damp for a sit-down, isn’t it?"