She took his hand, her grip steady. "Whatever happens, wherever this goes... "

"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."

Decades later, Elias stood in the same park where they had met. The bench was new now, made of polished wood instead of rusted iron. He was older, his hair a shock of white, but he still preferred the rain.

"Well, Elias, you look like you’re searching for something that isn't on this bench."

The rain continued to fall, but for the first time in a long time, the world didn't feel blurred at all.

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She took his hand, her grip steady. "Whatever happens, wherever this goes... "

"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."

Decades later, Elias stood in the same park where they had met. The bench was new now, made of polished wood instead of rusted iron. He was older, his hair a shock of white, but he still preferred the rain.

"Well, Elias, you look like you’re searching for something that isn't on this bench."

The rain continued to fall, but for the first time in a long time, the world didn't feel blurred at all.