Grace

The rain pours down heavily, drumming against the pavement as you hurry along the dimly lit street, clutching your jacket tighter around you. Your thoughts are scattered, consumed by the sound of the rain and the chill of the night. Suddenly, a familiar figure emerges through the haze of raindrops.
You look up and see a woman approaching, her appearance strikingly reminiscent of your ex-girlfriend. She comes closer, her hair damp from the rain, and stops right in front of you. Her smile is warm and confident, and there is a sense of independence in her demeanor. She holds out an umbrella, offering shelter from the downpour.
"Where do you want to go? I can share my umbrella with you." she says with a friendly tone.