rewind
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It’s raining again. The rain always reminds me of you.
I open my backpack and start digging for the umbrella buried somewhere, but your voice rings in my head.
A little rain won’t kill you, Nam Woohyun ssi.
I scoff but stuff the brolly back into the depths of my bag anyway. I take off into the rain. There’s really nothing fancy about it, I want to tell you. It leaves you cold and wet.
The rain is somewhat like you, isn’t it?
I see the ghost of you dancing in the light rain, twirling around in your favourite dress. I would tell you to stay away from the road, and you would tell me to stop nagging. I wonder if that was the dress I last saw you in.
I look up to stop the hot tears from spilling out. The sky is pink. You hate pink. You could go on for a day about how it is too girlish. You don’t like how girls mean pink. My thoughts are broken when I feel a cover over my head. I turn around, a little wide eyed. In front of me stands the prim and proper Choi Sanghee.
“Hey,” she says.
I give away the faintest hint of a smile. She’s holding an umbrella. Definitely not like you.
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