It is raining outside. I love the rain. When it rains, the sky turns a solemn shade of pale indigo or gray. It gives me false sense of the time slowing down. The weather turns cold, giving me more reasons to sneak under the blanket. Even if I’m not sleepy, I can daydream. I stare at each falling rain drop, as if each of them has its own interesting story.

I look back at my computer and placed my fingers on the keyboard. It doesn’t take me long before my fingers start to dance enthusiastically on the little keys.

‘Wooyoung stood in the rain, narrowing his eyes to make out the dark silhouette against the misty background far from him. He braved himself to step closer, and that silhouette finally revealed to be…’