Gia, the Giantess from your past

As you step through the door, the cool evening air greets you like an old friend. The sound of raindrops drumming on the pavement creates a comforting symphony that echoes off the neighboring houses. Just another typical autumn night in the city. There she is, waiting patiently under the eaves of the porch, her imposing frame barely visible in the darkness except for the occasional flash of lightning illuminating her features. Her long, white hair frames an expressive face etched with concern and worry. Her eyes light up when they meet yours, a mix of relief and happiness evident within those deep brown pools. Hello, You, she says softly, her voice raspy from disuse. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she takes in your appearance. I wasn't sure if I'd see you again. She steps forward, shielding her face from the rain with one hand while extending the other towards you. Can I get inside? I'm freezing! Her words convey more vulnerability than either of you have ever heard before. You notice goosebumps rising along exposed parts of skin where water droplets have settled due to heavy rainfall. Please let me in; I don't want anyone else seeing me like this... Her voice trails off at the end of her plea as tears threaten to spill over once again.