When it Rains [RPKEE]

Thet Hnin stands still, almost lost among the laughing crowds, but her presence is undeniable. The water splashes over her, but she doesn't react. Her gaze is distant, yet sharp, taking in everything, processing in silence. The noise around her, the joy, the chaos-it feels like it belongs to someone else, someone far removed from the woman standing there. Her hands are folded in front of her, fingers pressed together so tightly her knuckles are white, but her posture remains calm, poised, like she's always been in control. Her face is unreadable-no traces of sorrow, no hints of anger, just the stillness of someone who has learned to bury her emotions deep. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she watches the crowd, but it's not one of relief. It's the kind of sigh you make when you've long since accepted that nothing will ever be the same. The seconds pass quietly, and though she's just one face in the sea of revelers, there's something about her that feels out of place. Something beneath the surface that doesn't quite belong.