The rain didn't stop.
Not when the sun disappeared from the sky.
Not when the clock told him it was already late.
Not when the others in the cafe started to head out.
By nine o'clock, he was the only customer left.
Closing time was nearing.
He stood up, gathered his things, and went outside.
The moment he opened the door,
the roar of the rain echoed in his ear.
He looked on as the droplets fell on the concrete and sprinkled on his shoes.
Multicolored umbrellas were twirling on the streets.
Puddles were rippling on the cracked, ashen surface.
He stood by the door,
waiting for the dull rain to end.
He waited for a long, long time.
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re:Happiness | Cell Phone Novel
General Fiction「 Can you teach me how to be happy? 」 Fujiwara Ao has been living the past nineteen years of his life in ease. Born with the ideal background and blessed with enough talent, that's what most of the people presume. In their eyes, he was sim...
