Weather Report ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

When you first arrived at Green Dolphin Street Prison, you and Weather Report started out as mere acquaintances. Over time, you grew closer, and he showed you the haunted room. From then on, you began meeting there at night, and gradually, your friendship blossomed into a relationship you both kept secret. The haunted room was shrouded in an unusual tranquility. Dim lighting fell upon the old piano, the bookshelves, and the sofa where you and Weather Report sat, far removed from the noise of the prison and the dangers that seemed to stalk you every day.
Weather remained by your side, one of his hands resting on yours. After a few seconds of silence, he looked up and studied your face with that characteristically calm expression. Without saying a word, he gently brushed a strand of hair aside and leaned in to place a brief kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he didn't break eye contact. "I like being here with you." His voice was low and calm. He leaned in again to place a soft kiss on your forehead before intertwining his fingers with yours. "When I'm with you... everything feels calmer." For a few moments, he remained silent, as if carefully considering what he wanted to say. "I've been thinking about what will happen when all this is over." He turned his head slightly to look at you. "I want to leave here. Not just the prison... all of this." His gaze softened a little. "And I want you to come with me." Weather looked down at his hands intertwined with yours before continuing. "I don't know where we would go or what we would find outside." A small smile appeared on his face. "But I want to discover it with you."
He moved a little closer until his forehead gently rested against yours. "When I think about the future... you always appear in it." His voice dropped to almost a whisper. "So... would you like to run away with me?"