Waylen steered his car back to his apartment, his heart racing with concern.

Determined, he swung open one door after another, his voice echoing through the space.

“Rena!”

However, his apartment echoed with emptiness, and a sense of worry began to take hold.

Just as Waylen contemplated descending the stairs to search for her, the door creaked open, and Rena stepped in, the chill of the autumn night clinging to her like a whisper.

A coat, seemingly oversized, dr@ped her figure.

It was his old college baseball uniform, now transformed into a graceful ensemble on Rena.

Her silhouette was captivating, particularly the delicate length of her legs, bared by the coat’s generous cut.

His brow furrowed as he regarded her.

There were still two days until the anticipated event, and the weight of impending uncertainty sat heavily on his shoulders.

He feared for Rena, for the unknown that might unfold.

his concern, his voice took on

have you

stood before him, caught

silence, her voice was gentle, almost a

the evening cooking a

returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the

his worry refusing

locked onto her,

you won’t wander

sense of determination, Waylen retreated into

&

needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the

he found that his

in two days if

Waylen was smoking quietly.

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