Perhaps the luckiest of my life was when I met you, the person who saved me from the darkness here. In the cold rain, I trudged heavily on my daily route to work.
Suddenly I bumped into a small boy about seven feet tall with light pink hair. Even in the dim rain, I could still see his lips smiling softly, dispelling the darkness around me.
He also decided to apologize to me even though I was the one in the wrong. I just asked him to leave, but why did he invite me down to ask? I didn't know how to handle this situation, so I chose a cafe on the side of the road, ordered a cup of hot coffee, and quietly glanced at him

    Suddenly he shouted "sorry" and raised his hand to apologize to me for that mistake. I was stunned because this small, gentle hand belonged to a guy.
I pulled my hand out and held it tightly as if I didn't want to let it go. Just like that, the two of us chatted back and forth as if we hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Suddenly I realized it was 7 o'clock and I had been talking for more than 2 hours but I didn't realize the time had passed so quickly.
But realized it was past my working time. I hurriedly rearranged my things, straightened my clothes, stood up and left, forgetting to ask how to contact him, telling him that I was busy with some things so I would see him later.