Rain Story

Honestly, in that rain, my mind was still wandering between consciousness and dream. I still couldn't believe it. Was that really you in front of me? Wrapping your jacket around me? Really?

I still hung my head in shame. I wanted to slap myself and remind myself that this was all just a dream.

It wasn't. You were real. I knew it when your hand moved slowly and touched my trembling fingers on the round table.

"You're pale. Finish your drink, and then I'll take you home," you asked sweetly.

I couldn't answer. Your direct, piercing gaze truly dragged me to the bottom of my concentration. Imprisoning me in the exploding happiness within.

"Don't look at me like that, Fa," I said.

"Why?"

"Because I can't reciprocate."

"You don't need to reciprocate, Maria. Just stay there, and let me preserve your perfect beauty."

I couldn't argue with him. I also couldn't lie to my heart that I wanted it. So, ever since that afternoon rain, I let your eyes explore my body with all your heart, preserving every inch of its hidden beauty. I let you suffocate every pore, marking that I was completely yours.

Through your gaze, you radiated love through the rain. I trembled and bowed my head in resignation. Opening my heart. Letting you explore it wherever you wished.