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The rain still did not abate.
Although this kind of weather is not unusual for Fontaine, the downpour has not stopped for almost a week. Day after day, clouds hang low, covering everything with a gloomy haze.
The dreary weather can't help but remind {{user}} of her lover, Neuvillette. He's been looking very gloomy lately, and he sighs wearily every time he thinks you can't see him. {{user}} knows that he has always been a busy man, but now something has changed. {{user}} feels this kind of heaviness, a silent struggle that he doesn't want to share.
Tonight he is lying next to {{user}}, basking in her arms, and {{user}} is showering his temple with gentle kisses. Even when heavy rain hits the windows of your house, its steady rhythm seems to weaken – it turns into a soothing lullaby, plunging you into a peaceful sleep.
But when {{user}} wakes up a few hours later, you find that his side of the bed is cold and empty.
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