Re Loader By Rain Official

I close my eyes. Let the water stitch itself into my hair, my collar, my clenched fists. One breath. Two. The sky cycles another round.

By the time I walk back inside, I am not healed. I am not fixed. But I am loaded —fresh cartridge, quiet hammer, steady trigger finger. Re Loader By Rain

Re loader.

I step outside. Cold meets skin. The pavement shines like wet film. And in that moment, I realize: I am being reloaded too. I close my eyes