Rain had been pouring relentlessly for a week, casting a gloomy atmosphere over everything.
The air inside the house felt damp and stifling, leaving Anabelle feeling unusually despondent.
She found herself unable to muster any enthusiasm for anything around her.
As the rain began to ease up, Anabelle received a call from Noah.
"Do you have some time to spare?" he asked, his voice heavy with an unfamiliar emotion.
Noah had been silent for the entire week, and his tone seemed different now, laden with an unspoken weight.
Anabelle hesitated, glancing out of the rain-streaked window. The prospect of going out didn't appeal to her at the moment.
Sensing her hesitation, Noah continued, his voice even more subdued. "Forget it if you're busy."
Anabelle responded with a simple "Okay" before
