Prologue The night the storm arrived, so did the truth. Rain hammered against the glass, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside me. I remember the way his hand trembled against mine, the way his lips brushed my skin—gentle, desperate, and fleeting. That kiss was not just love; it was a question neither of us dared to answer. The world blurred behind the curtain of rain, but I saw him clearly for the first time—his eyes carrying the weight of promises we could never keep. Between thunder and silence, he whispered words I will never forget… words that tasted like both forever and farewell. They say the rain washes everything away. But that night, it carried his kiss into my soul, and it has lived there ever since.