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Chapter 23
The sky wept as if it understood Julia's heart.
She stood outside, soaked from head to toe, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The rain didn't bother her—it felt comforting, like someone was crying with her, like her pain wasn't invisible anymore.
It had been another hard day. Her mother barely looked up when she got home. The house was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that screams.
Julia didn't cry. She hadn't cried in months. Not since the funeral. But inside, her heart felt like it was cracking piece by piece.
She walked behind the house, to the small wooden bench her grandmother used to sit on. Even though it was wet, she sat anyway.
"Are you watching me?" she whispered.
There was no answer. Only the soft patter of rain and the wind brushing against her wet hair. She closed her eyes, remembering the warmth of her grandma's hand, the stories she used to tell, the way she said Julia's name like it was something special.
Then suddenly—she heard it.
A voice. Not loud. Not clear. But real.
*"Don't forget... you promised me."*
Julia gasped, her eyes snapping open. The rain still fell. The bench was still empty.
But something inside her... shifted.
That night, she opened her journal again. The one she hadn't touched in weeks. And with trembling hands, she began to write.
She didn't know where the words came from.
Maybe they were a gift from the rain.
Maybe they were a whisper from her heart.
But she wrote—because she had a promise to keep.