Description
"Sometimes I wonder what my mother would say if I ever told her where I was or what I was doing. I was never proud of it. Stealing things was never something I ever wanted to do, but I'm forced to. She always told me I was like the rain: quiet and silent, yet lovely and inviting. I never really understood what my mother meant by that. It wasn't until recently that it dawned on me. The rain doesn't particularly bother me. It never has. I find it more soothing than annoying, but perhaps that's because just like me, you only remember it exists when it's there." -Maeve (This story is best experienced blind. Description is kept vague about plot for the benefit of the reader. See reviews or introduction page if you are in need of more information. Reading the introductory is advised.)
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