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64. Confession

Author: Joy Lova
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

The clear sky above them had gradually given way to dark rain clouds, casting a somber atmosphere over the scene. As raindrops began to fall, the pace quickened, as if nature itself was urging Vanya to respond to Kevin's heartfelt confession.

Vanya's mind raced, her emotions in turmoil. The raindrops splashed against her skin, mingling with the tears welling up in her eyes. She was torn between the fear of losing Kevin's friendship and the possibility of embracing something more.

Kevin stood before her, his gaze unwavering despite the rain cascading around them. He waited patiently, understanding the weight of the decision Vanya was about to make. His vulnerability and genuine feelings were evident in his every word and gesture.

Taking a deep breath, Vanya gathered her thoughts and looked into Kevin's eyes. The raindrops mirrored her conflicted emotions, falling faster and harder, as if echoing the intensity of the moment.

"Kevin," she whispered, her voice barely audible over
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