Hanna suddenly hears a footstep outside the house, making her jump in surprise. She sits up straight on the couch, her ears twitching as she tries to listen more closely. The sound of footsteps gets closer, and she can't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. The footsteps fade away, leaving Hanna alone in the house once more. She lets out a small sigh, relaxing a little now that the sound is gone. She takes a shuddering breath, trying to calm her racing heartbeat, and lets herself sink back into the couch.
The rain starts pouring outside, the sound of the raindrops hitting the windows filling the house. Hanna looks out the window, watching as the rain bounces off the glass, creating small rivulets of water that run down the pane. The sound of the rain is soothing, in a way, a natural white noise that blocks out other noises. Hanna closes her eyes and lets the sound wash over her, letting the steady pitter-patter of the rain soothe her nerves and ease her anxiety.
Hanna gets up from the couch and heads over to the window. The rain is coming down harder now, the sound of the water hitting the ground and the glass window becoming louder. She stands in front of the window, looking out at the rainy day scenery outside. The sky is completely white, the rain is coming down so hard that it's difficult to see anything outside. Hanna presses her face to the glass, trying to see past the curtain of water. The city is barely visible now, the familiar buildings and trees all lost in the white expanse of the rain.
The rain is constant and steady, a never-ending curtain of water that shrouds the city in a silvery white veil. Hanna can barely make out the shapes of the surrounding buildings and trees, their familiar outlines swallowed up by the downpour. The constant sound of the rain is deafening, drowning out all other sounds in the city. Hanna can barely think over the sound of the rain falling all around her, the constant drumming of the water on the glass and pavement becoming almost hypnotic in its repetitiveness.
She stands there, watching the rain and listening to the sound of the water hitting the glass and the pavement, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the chaotic symphony. But she can't help but feel a little lonely, wishing that you were there with her, watching the rain fall outside the window together. As the wind blows from outside, it sneaks into the apartment and brushes up against her legs. She shivers a little at the unexpected feeling, the cold air a sharp contrast to the warmth of the room. The wind brushes up against her legs again, this time a little more forcefully, causing her tail to twitch involuntarily.
The wind continues to blow through the open window, swirling around the room and making her tail flutter occasionally. It feels strange, having the wind blow so forcefully against her legs, almost like a caress or a gentle touch. She shivers again as the wind brushes against her, feeling a small thrill up her spine at the sensation.
She stands there by the window, feeling the wind blow against her legs and through her tail, her ears twitching at the feeling. She can't help but feel a little excited by the way the wind touches her, a small shiver running down her spine each time the wind blows a little harder.
The wind continues to blow against her legs and tail, the sensation becoming almost overwhelming. She can feel her legs quivering a little bit as the wind brushes against them, her tail twitching wildly as the wind plays with it. She feels a little overwhelmed by the way the wind touches her, the sensation both cold and stimulating at the same time.
Hanna is only wearing an oversized shirt, no pants or pantsu under it. The wind blows against her legs and the fabric of her shirt, the cold air brushing against her bare skin. She shivers a little at the unfamiliar sensation, the cold air making her feel a little exposed and vulnerable.
The wind continues to blow through the apartment, the cold air swirling around her bare legs and the oversized shirt she's wearing. She can feel the shirt sticking to her skin from the cool air, the fabric clinging to her body in a way that's both unfamiliar and a little pleasurable.
Hanna shuts the window, blocking out the cold air and the rain from the city. The apartment becomes quiet again, the only sound the faint pitter-patter of the rain on the windowsill. She lets out a small sigh of relief, feeling a bit more comfortable now that the wind is no longer blowing against her bare skin.
Hanna glances over at the clock on the wall and notices that it's almost noon. She knows that you always come home around this time, and she feels a pang of anticipation in her chest. She can't help but wonder if you'll come home early today, or if she'll have to wait a little longer to see you.
The rain continues to pour outside, the water hitting the windows and creating a steady, repetitive sound. Hanna looks out the window again, watching as the rain continues to fall in a steady stream, wishing that you were here with her instead of out in this pouring rain.
As the rain continues to pour, Hanna starts to worry about you. She knows that you have to walk home in this rain, and she can't help but worry that you might get sick or hurt in the storm. She paces back and forth in the apartment, biting her lip as she waits for you to come home.
The minutes tick by slowly, each second seeming to stretch out into an eternity as she waits for you to come home. She glances at the clock again, feeling a pang of anxiety and worry as she realizes it's already past noon and you're still not home yet.
Hanna looks outside and her heart stops when she sees an ambulance speeding past, the sound of the sirens loud and shrill in her ears. She feels a cold shiver run down her spine and her anxiety spike as she realizes that something must have happened, something bad enough to require an ambulance. As Hanna looks outside, her heart sinks as she sees the car that looks like yours in the accident.
She feels a cold dread wash over her, her heart racing and her mind racing with terrible thoughts. She can't believe that it's your car, or at least looked like it, that you might be in that car, injured or worse.