"suicide? nah, i'll never do that." she

responded, "i'm not depressed, akira!"

"akira? what's wrong?"

he didn't even realize he himself

spaced out in that moment there.

he squeezed her hand tight, leaning

his head on her shoulder as his other

hand held the umbrella.

the weather wasn't good again today—

as usual, there was rain.

ai wasn't fazed by the action, but instead

she pats his head, "what's wrong?"

"ai, there's something wrong with me."

akira concluded, heaving a heavy breath.

"is it about her, akira?"

"yes." she squeezed his hand back,

the chill they both had from each

other never tamed the fire in their

hearts.

"you heard about it, huh?" ai says,

no reply. she sighs, looking up the

sad, lonely, dark rainclouds.....

"akira, this isn't the first time you're like this."