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 voice took on

have you

him, caught off

her voice

spent the evening cooking a

you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon

features remained stern, his worry refusing to

onto her, his

me you won’t wander these next

sense of determination, Waylen

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he needed a respite, a brief reprieve

dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his

days if he

Waylen was smoking quietly.

in the

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