Kyungsoo stared at the old flowers on his mother's gravestone before him. As expected, his father had not visited ever. If so there would be new flowers, his father was a flower lover like mother. Kyungsoo bit his lip and looked up at the dark skies, trying not to cry.             " Mom..," his throat made a whimpering sound as he surpressed the tears threatening to fall, " I wish you were here." He choked out and fell to his knees. The fresh bundle of daisies falling to the ground. Gripping on the grass under him, Kyungsoo sobbed out in pain. " Mom.."

 

   His eyes were lifeless when the rain started pouring. He had just exited the graveyard and walked down the empty streets. He didn't even react when his sweater got wet. Kyungsoo stopped in the middle of walking and looked up, holding out his hand to feel the soft droplets. With a sad sigh he continued his way back home. Wherever that was.    Kyungsoo was lost. His vision was blurry. He couldn't hear anything else except the rain. He looked around at the people walking around like little mice. They looked so vunerable to whatever the world had for them. They looked un-ready. They looked.. un-lonely. Kyungsoo felt lonely. His mom has just passed, his father is happy with his new family, and his only brother was a drunk alchohlic. Sometimes he just wanted to sarcastically laugh out at the world. Thank you for making my life as ty as it can, here's an applause for you world. A huge applause. But sometimes, he wanted to sleep forever. With the weight on his shoulders, Kyungsoo kept moving on the now busy street. People were running trying to avoid rain, some had protection. He seemed to be the only one who enjoyed the soothing feel of rain droplets. Rain made him calm. Rainy days were sad. Like him.  Not even bothering to look if any cars were coming, Kyungsoo crossed the street and made it to the other side safely