Rain...takes away our tears, why should it? They say broken heart cannot be broken but they are wrong. It just breaks into another millions of pieces from a millions of pieces.

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November 19 2021,
Friday.

I was not there. Not at the alley. I was broken. Not because you. But because of my mother. All I wanted was to run into your arms. But I couldn't.

I wanted the rain to swallow my tears. I ran out in rain. Getting drenched. Wanting to melt away.

I ran and ran until my legs felt wobbly. And I found myself infront of your house as I unconsciously ran to you. I sat down on the road.

I chuckled softly.

Whatever the pain is, seems like you are the medicine.

I wanted to go in but I couldn't. I know you weren't home. Even if you were, why would you let me in.

1 hour~

2 hours~

3 hours~

4 hours~

I just stood outside. Just to see a mere sight of you.

The rain hasn't stopped yet and you weren't home too.

My heart was beating out of my chest.

I was scared.

What if I lose you?

Where are you?

Are you okay?

The medicine for all my pains was you. It will always be you.

I didn't know where to search for you nor I could get in your house and ask your parents.

So, I stood there for almost next day's early morning. The rain haven't stopped yet.

I saw the door of your house open.

Who is coming out at 3:00am?

I saw a familiar figure, it was you!

He was in all night!

When I saw you come near, I attached myself to the wall, attempting to hide.

And I succeeded.

Thank God he is fi*hachu🤧*

"Great! Seems like I caught myself some cold. Let's go home."

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