A sad day like this supposed to be all raining and thunder.. --but why the weather look so nice and all sunny ? All my life, it was all raining every time bad things happen to me-- but why not now ? The weather seems to hate me and my bad luck already. I stare up at the clear sky. Its so comforting until that gaze flashed in my mind again.
 

That gaze.
 

The gaze Minhyuk gave to me just now was so cold. I could not believe that was the Minhyuk that I knew. My mum always told me to look at the clear sky-- because it bring a good fortune-- and I am waiting for it as I recall everything bad that have happen to me.
 

“I lost Kihyun once. Would it feel the same if I lost Minhyuk too ?”
 

I am not sure if I am sweating under the summer sun but I feel something running down on my cheeks. My tears, perhaps. I thought I am happy. I thought I am whole all over again. How could that one cold gaze could break all the happiness away ?
 

“Love is cruel, Mi”
 

I guess Mingyu is right. Reen also warned me about this but I expect for too much from love. I guess love is a sin. I could not reach for it, no matter how hard I try.
 

A loud scream from the girls break my own thought as I turn to my back, finding Changkyun standing there. His face written with worries as he stand right in front of me. “Why are you here ? The others been looking for-- ..you’re crying” He said as turn speechless. “Why--”
 

“I want to go home” I said as I start to hiccup and burst into tears. How many times have I cried in front of him ? I guess I cannot hold it in when he find me like this, as I already accept them as a family.

“Alright.. alright but follow me inside. People are looking at us” He reached for my wrist and pull me into the building and right into an empty room. “Stay here, alright ? I will get a key and send you home”
 

“But your schedule..” I said as I stop crying. Wiping the tears away, I take a really deep breath. “Just call a taxi for me”
 

By the time I get into the taxi, it started to rain. I smile at how the weather is on my side. I turn to the taxi driver and ask him to make a u-turn-- as I don’t feel like going home. As the rain is telling me to come home. That coldness and that sorrow-- is calling after my name.
 

“It’s about to get dark. Are you sure you want to go there ?”
 

“Just go ahead. My parents is right there. They are waiting for me” I said as I stared up at the dark crying sky. It’s been awhile. I miss them so much, but I miss them more every time it rains.
 

When the taxi stop moving, I go out and stand in the rain before the taxi left me by myself. The sky is still crying but I didn’t care at all. I get used to