Yongsun's POV

I was walking peacefully in the rain under my pink umbrella that matches my pink hair. Thinking of 
how the rain makes some people sad. I always ask myself, how do these little droplets trigger our emotional side that it felt like we want to be drown by our own tears? Is it because it felt like our lovely sky is crying? Or is it the grey color covering the peaceful blue above that made it look gloomier than my neighbor's face? I don't know, we don't know, neither of us knew. I was taken aback by the amount of wind that blew through me that made me grip tightly to my umbrella and release a little squeal cause it almost flip my umbrella over. As soon as the wind calmed down a little I gained my posture and started walking as if nothing happened.

Turning and glancing around me, afraid that someone might have seen my embarrassing face awhile ago. But luckily no one seems to be around and it is still as quiet as it is. I look at my watch, it is 3' o clock in the afternoon but it looks like it's already 6 in the evening due to the gloomy clouds above. I continue my precious walk when I suddenly heard a sob. It was not loud or maybe the sound is reduce because of the heavy rain but it is still enough for me to hear. I remember reading some horror stories and one particular main stream event is hearing someone cry elsewhere, but I am not one of those scaredy cats that would definitely run and scream their heart out just because of a sob. I walk slowly straight and started looking for the source of the sound. Every step forward I make the louder the sob gets which means I am just close to the source. I quickly turned to the little corner of the street standing absentmindedly while looking at a bluehaired human being who is soaking wet hugging her knees while burying her face in it.

'oh there she is' I thought. Then my eyes darted to the lilacs in her right hand and started wondering what happened. But I focus myself of what spirit got me that I started to stare and wanting to comfort her without even knowing her name or what really happened. Since when did I care for a stranger? I don't know but I find myself approaching her then stopping my tracks and thinking randomly out of the blue 'what if this girl lifts up her head then I'll pass out when I found out that she's a ghost with no face?' mentally slapping myself and thinking that I should really stop reading horror stories since it kinda bring out my paranoid and random self. I continue approaching her and slightly tap her in the shoulder to let her know of my presence. My breath was taken away as soon as the blue-haired girl lift up her head. You can't blame me, I was snatch by the handsome yet so pretty at the same time in front of me. Her bloodshot but still mesmerizing blue eyes that complemented her dark blue hair is staring straight at me as if it was taking my soul. I gulp hard and composing some words in my blank mind. At