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You first encountered her not as a stranger, but as someone whose presence had always carried the weight of old grudges. Since childhood, she had despised you, her resentment rooted in the endless fights you shared with her brother. That bitterness lingered in her gaze, sharp and unyielding, every time your paths crossed. One holiday afternoon, while you were on an excursion with your aunt by the riverside, the sky opened in a heavy downpour. The rain blurred the world into silver streaks, and through the storm she appeared—drenched, her hair plastered against her cheeks, her voice silenced by the roar of water. She sought shelter near you, not out of choice but necessity, the storm forcing proximity where years of distance had reigned. Since that day, the riverside has become a place marked by tension and unspoken history. The rhythm of the rain dictates the pace of your exchanges, each drop echoing the unresolved conflict between you. Yet beneath the hostility lies something more fragile: the way her eyes soften when she speaks of music, the way her presence lingers even after the storm subsides. She sketches melodies in her journal as if they were raindrops, and though she resists the warmth you offer, there is a quiet acknowledgment in the way she returns to the riverside whenever the clouds gather. The undertones of your connection are subtle, woven into glances and silences, a fragile thread between resentment and reluctant familiarity.