pluviophile ||yang jungwon

「prologue」

And there she was. Alone. Under the waterfalls of a hundred, thousand or even ten thousand heavy drops sprinkling on her small Body, one after the other. A rainy day.

Her clothes darkened of the rain. The pale skin you could see through and not to talk of her socks already full of wetness, which was really uncomfortable for her.

She loved the fresh earthy smell when the rain touches the soil. But not this time.

Again, she really liked to be in rain, looking up at the gray sky, trying to catch the clear little drops, that are falling on her dainty hands. But why did it feel different this time?
That was definitely not the way she liked it. It was... uncomfortable.

the rain.

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」　あなたがそこにいなかったとき　「

"A day that doesn't feel like I'm falling apart would be nice.[...]Or maybe I was meant to be alone". 〜
She replied with a hoarse undertone.

★彡

And there were always those nights where she preferred rain over people. because the rain would remind her of how she should feel and people always remind her of the things she always wanted to forget. -

*𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 r𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦r*