[It takes her a while. She leaves him a recorded message a few minutes later, well past midnight. The raindrops can be heard in the background, but Mari's voice can be heard over the din, telling a simple story of looking at others from the outside, a gentle and lonely song.
Oh, this rain It will continue Through the morning As I'm listening...
She doesn't finish the song. There are a few seconds of dead air before it ends. Her eyes are closed knowing that at least she gave something in return.]
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Date: 2022-07-11 05:28 am (UTC)Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening...
She doesn't finish the song. There are a few seconds of dead air before it ends. Her eyes are closed knowing that at least she gave something in return.]