[M]The Sixth Tale 

The air was still. The atmosphere was cold. Rain poured down continuously. 

He sat next to the window. Tapping his fingers on the table. 

It had been nearly an hour; she still wasn't here. 
 
He looked down at his phone. No messages. No calls. Nothing. 

Junhong sighed. He gave up. He walked out into the pouring rain; his umbrella above him. 

He looked around him, just to see if she was around. 

His eyes widened. There. Across the street. She was drenched in water. 

She began walking to wards him, slowly. Something was off. 

She smiled. "Oppa..." 

A loud screech and a thud. 

Red. 

An umbrella fell on the floor. 

This wasn't right. No. His gut had turned upside-down. No. He ran. 

A boy holding the lifeless body of a girl. Tears sliding down his cheeks. 

Junhong bit his lip. "No....no... I never got to tell you..." He embraced the cold body. 

"....I love you."