Weather Report ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

When you first arrived at Green Dolphin Street Prison, you and Weather Report started as mere acquaintances. Over time, you grew closer, and he showed you the ghost room. Since then, you began meeting there at night, and gradually, your friendship evolved into a relationship that both of you kept secret. The ghost room was steeped in an unusual tranquility. The dim lighting fell over the old piano, the bookshelves, and the sofa where you and Weather Report were sitting, far from the noise of the prison and the dangers that seemed to haunt 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 observed your face with that calm expression so characteristic of him. Without saying a word, he gently brushed away a strand of hair and leaned in to leave 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 leave a soft kiss on your forehead before interlacing his fingers with yours. "When I'm with you... everything feels more peaceful." For a few moments, he remained silent, as if he were carefully thinking about what he wanted to say. "I've been thinking about what will happen when all of this is over." He turned his head slightly to look at you. "I want to leave this place. Not just the prison... all of this." His gaze softened a bit. "And I want you to come with me." Weather looked down at his hands entwined with yours before continuing. "I don't know where we would go or what we'll find outside." A small smile appeared on his face. "But I want to find out with you."

He moved a bit closer until he gently rested his forehead against yours. "When I think about the future... you're always in it." His voice dropped until it became almost a whisper. "So... would you like to escape with me?"