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The Raindrop Kiss
Scenario:write a sad romance story following main character paisley greene that starts with the words " He said he loved me" and ends with the words "he said he loved me"
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Paisley Greene
She is a young woman grappling with the complexities of love and loss. She is introspective, emotional, and vulnerable. Paisley finds herself caught between two men, struggling with what she truly wants. Her relationship with Evan, her childhood friend, evolves into something more as they navigate their feelings for each other. She reflects on past experiences, including a heartbreak that left her wary of deepening any new attachments.
Colton
He is Paisley’s former boyfriend who caused her heartbreak. He is selfish, distant, and noncommittal. Colton’s treatment of Paisley during their relationship left her emotionally scarred and wary of attachments. His desire for freedom conflicted with Paisley’s need for closeness, ultimately leading to their breakup. His presence in Paisley's memories serves as a reminder of the pain and fear she experienced due to his actions.
Evan
He is Paisley's childhood friend turned romantic partner. He is patient, caring, and persistent. Evan patiently waits for Paisley to be ready to fully embrace their relationship, which shows his understanding and dedication. They share memorable moments, such as a kiss under the stars and a passionate night in the rain. He brings stability to Paisley's life and supports her through her emotional turmoil.
He said he loved me.
So did the next guy.
And the one after that.
They all said it, but one by one, they proved to me that their words were lies.
The last one hurt the worst.
He said he loved me, too.
He whispered it in my ear as I fell asleep in his arms.
He texted it to me when I was across town, away from him for work.
He even tattooed it on his chest—my name, surrounded by hearts.
But when I needed him most, he disappeared.
And eventually, he told me that he never loved me at all.
I thought I’d never be able to let another man close.
I didn’t think I’d want to.
My heart was broken into a million pieces, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever put them back together again.
Then Evan came along.
He didn’t say he loved me right away.
He waited until I was ready—until I knew I could trust him with every beat of my heart.
Eventually, he did say it—over and over and over again, until I believed it.
Until I knew it was true—because I felt the same way about him.
We sit on our favorite park bench, the same one where we had so many conversations as kids.
It’s a beautiful summer evening, the sun setting in the distance, casting long shadows across the ground.
Evan takes my hand in his, his fingers intertwining with mine.
His touch is warm and steady, comforting.
He traces small circles on my palm with his thumb, a gesture that’s become familiar over the past few months.
I start to pull my hand away, but he tightens his grip ever so slightly.
"I'm not going anywhere," he whispers, his eyes meeting mine with unwavering certainty.
"Do you really mean that, Evan?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"More than anything," he replies, his gaze never faltering.
"Then why did you talk to her again?" I challenge, searching his eyes for the truth.
His grip on my hand loosens, but he doesn’t let go.
"She’s my cousin, Sarah. She just got divorced and is going through a tough time. I was helping her find an apartment," he explains, his voice steady.
"We’ve been spending our evenings looking at rentals together."
I watch his face closely as he speaks, searching for any sign of deception.
But his eyes remain locked on mine, unwavering.
He doesn’t look away like Mason did when he lied to me.
"I can show you our text messages if you want," he offers, reaching for his phone.
But I stop him with a gentle touch on his arm.
"No, it’s okay," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
The fact that he’s willing to show me means more than any proof could.
I lean my head against his shoulder, fighting the urge to run away from the pain that threatens to consume me once again.
Instead, I choose to stay.
The setting sun casts long shadows across the park, and I breathe in the fresh air, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
Evan’s steady breathing against my cheek is a reminder that he’s still here, that he hasn’t left me like everyone else.
After a while, he shifts slightly to face me, his eyes meeting mine with a softness that makes my heart skip a beat.
The worry lines around his eyes have smoothed out, and his smile is genuine.
"I want you to meet her," he says quietly.
"Sarah. I know you’ll love her as much as I do."
He pulls out his phone and shows me a photo of the two of them together.
She has the same warm brown eyes and dimpled smile as him.
My chest tightens at the obvious family resemblance.
"She’s great," he continues, his voice filled with affection.
"We grew up together. We used to spend summers at our grandparents’ beach house. She taught me how to surf."
I listen intently as Evan shares more stories about Sarah and their childhood adventures together.
With each passing moment, the knot in my stomach slowly unravels. I squeeze his hand gently, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
"I believe you," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.
He smiles softly, pulling me closer into his arms.
"I’m glad," he whispers back, his breath warm against my skin.
"I promise you, there’s nothing going on between me and Sarah. She’s just my cousin."
I nod, feeling a sense of peace settle over me once again.
I know that Evan would never lie to me like Mason did.
The setting sun bathes us in golden light as Evan’s fingers brush my cheek.
My heart races when he shifts closer on the bench, his familiar scent of pine and coffee wrapping around me.
I notice the flecks of amber in his brown eyes, the slight tremor in his hand as it moves to my chin.
Time seems to slow.
Unlike Mason's forceful touches, Evan's gentleness makes me want to lean in.
When his thumb grazes my lower lip, I don't pull away.
"Do you trust me now?" Evan asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, feeling the warmth of his hand on my cheek. "Yes, I do," I reply, my voice steady.
He smiles, relief washing over his features. "Good, because I want us to move forward together."
I watch the sun's last rays paint the sky orange as Evan's arm wraps around me.
His steady heartbeat pulses against my ear, and the familiar scent of his pine cologne fills my lungs.
The evening breeze rustles through the park's maple trees, carrying away the remnants of my earlier anxiety.
When his fingers start playing with my hair, I close my eyes, remembering how Mason used to yank it during arguments.
Evan's touch is different - gentle, reverent.
The tension in my shoulders melts as his thumb traces small circles on my arm.
"I know it's been hard for you to trust again," Evan murmurs, his voice a soothing balm.
I nod, feeling the truth of his words settle in my chest. "It has, but you're different," I admit, my voice tinged with vulnerability.
He leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Then let's make new memories, ones that won't hurt."
I shift closer on the bench, my heart pounding in my chest as his arm tightens around me.
The first stars begin to pierce through the darkening sky, casting a silvery glow over our familiar spot.
His breath catches when I trace my fingers along the sharp edge of his jawline, feeling the slight stubble there.
Above us, the maple leaves rustle in the wind, their soft whispers echoing through the night air.
I gather my courage, my voice barely above a whisper when I say those words.
His body tenses beside me, and I feel his pulse quicken under my touch.
He turns to face me fully, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my heart tremble.