After the door closed behind, the pelting rain from outside alerted him, as relentless as the throbbing heartbeats beneath his chest. He glimpsed at the wooden-panelled wall then at the red carpet under his feet. Gasped for breath, he walked lightly across the empty hallway. Moments later, he stopped right in front of the white-framed window, lifted his head to watch as the rain splashed; his eyes followed the droplets that trailed down by the windowpane, some branched out into tinier driblets, some were just static, and some had fell off...just like his emotions.

The day he learnt about his condition, he had stopped to believe in miracle, to trust others, to put faith upon himself. His emotion was wearing away day after day and subconsciously, he had built a wonder wall around him. He had seen so many people turned their back on him, gave up on him like he was dead. When it happened, he cried inside his mind, and rain reminded him of those moments – his past, his memories. Memories should’ve remained in the past; memories of pain should’ve faded away, it shouldn’t hurt. But, every sound of rain, every beat of heartbeats, and every piece of her memory vividly twirled inside of him. That was his definition of pain, and then he came to realize something: in this world, he owned nothing but himself.