Encosta_te_a_mim ★ Full Version

Elias recognized that look. It was the look of being small in a storm.

"Encosta-te a mim," he said, gesturing to the space beside him. Lean on me. encosta_te_a_mim

When the bus finally roared through the puddles, the girl stood up. She looked drier, somehow, though her clothes were still soaked. She looked at Elias and reached out, squeezing his hand—a brief, firm connection. "Obrigada," she whispered. Elias recognized that look

The girl looked up, startled. A tear, or perhaps just a raindrop, tracked down her cheek. "I’m late for an interview. My phone died. I don’t... I don't know where I am, exactly." " he said