The rain hadn't stopped since dawn.

Droplets danced rhythmically on the window panes of the quiet little bookstore on Main Street. Inside, the smell of old paper, wood polish, and freshly brewed coffee wove a warm cocoon against the damp chill outside. Yellow lights bathed the shelves in a soft glow, each book seemingly holding its breath.

A bell above the door jingled softly.

Kai stepped inside, his school bag soaked, shoes squeaking against the wooden floor. He wasn’t here to buy a book—he rarely ever did. The truth was, this shop had become his quiet refuge. A place where time moved slower, and no one asked questions.

But today was different.

As he shook off his hoodie and looked up, his eyes froze.

There she was.

Not the elderly shop owner. Not a tourist. A girl—around his age, maybe younger—standing behind the counter, quietly shelving books like she belonged to the place. Her long hair shimmered under the light, and a single white earphone dangled from one ear. She didn’t look up. She didn’t need to.

The rain outside roared louder.

For a brief moment, Kai felt like time folded in on itself. Like the rain had fallen before—exactly this way, in this same place, with her in it.

He blinked.

Or something more?

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Author's Note

Hey readers! 🌧

Thank you for diving into When Rain Falls Twice. This story is a blend of quiet moments, mysterious connections, and the kind of romance that grows in the pauses between words.

This chapter is only the beginning—there’s much more to unfold between Kai, the girl behind the counter, and the rain that ties them together.

If you enjoyed it, feel free to like, comment, or share. Your support means the world. 💙

Stay dry and curious,

Arthur.