Eternal Dreamweaver by Haber Kaizig

  It started with the rain. Elena always loved the rain—the way it smelled, the way it felt cool against her skin, the way it washed away the dust of the day. She often found herself wandering through the streets of her small town whenever a storm rolled in, her umbrella forgotten at home, her hands outstretched to catch the falling droplets. That day was no different. The sky was painted in hues of gray, the clouds thick and heavy, pregnant with the promise of a downpour. Elena had just finished her shift at the local bookstore, the scent of old pages still clinging to her clothes. She stepped onto the pavement, inhaling deeply. And then it started. A light drizzle at first, then a steady rain. She smiled, tilting her head up toward the sky, letting the water kiss her cheeks. People around her ran for cover, but she remained where she was, her heart light, her spirit soaring. That was when she saw him. A man, tall and lean, standing by the bus stop across the street. He was...