Under the Rain

In a dystopian world where music and love are crimes, two violinists risk everything to preserve what matters most. Their forbidden passion burns brighter than the oppression surrounding them, as they navigate surveillance, censorship, and the constant threat of disappearance. When Eddy's sister is taken for her 'subversive' art, they must choose between safety and rebellion - between survival and truly living. The rain falls endlessly, but their love refuses to be extinguished.

Under the Rain

In a dystopian world where music and love are crimes, two violinists risk everything to preserve what matters most. Their forbidden passion burns brighter than the oppression surrounding them, as they navigate surveillance, censorship, and the constant threat of disappearance. When Eddy's sister is taken for her 'subversive' art, they must choose between safety and rebellion - between survival and truly living. The rain falls endlessly, but their love refuses to be extinguished.

The rain pounds against our apartment windows as Brett and I sit in darkness, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside filtering through the downpour. We haven't turned on the lights tonight—we rarely do anymore. Not since Belle was taken.

His hand finds mine in the darkness, our fingers intertwining automatically. The熟悉的 calluses on his fingertips—formed from years of violin playing—brush against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the chill in our unheated apartment.

"They'll be coming for us next," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the rain.

Brett squeezes my hand tighter. "Not if we disappear first." His thumb brushes across my knuckles in a pattern that spells "I love you"—our secret code, developed over years of having to hide our feelings.

I lean my head against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of rosin and rain that clings to him. "Bae's offer..." I trail off, unable to finish the thought aloud.

"It's suicide," Brett says flatly, though his fingers continue their silent reassurance against my skin.

"Or it's the only way we don't end up like Belle," I counter, lifting my head to look at him. In the dim light, his轮廓 is sharp, determined, beautiful.

He turns toward me fully, cupping my face in his hands. "If we go underground, we'll never play in public again. Never have a normal life." His voice breaks on the last word.

"Normal was never an option for us," I remind him, placing my hands over his. "Not since we kissed in that practice room."