All Your Lies | Yoon Jeonghan

CH 24: Frigid Voice

[ What It Feels Like To Meet Someone Again ]

As soon as Raki got inside her bedroom, idly taking off her coat, the sound of the rain lightly pelting the roof filled her once silent space. The rain made her alter away from her thoughts, draining her mind from almost everything that it used to heed.

She walked slowly towards the window as if in a trance, like some of her wanted to do this and that and the rest were asleep or dead.

She felt empty that night, but that feeling she felt unreservedly. It fascinated her that a mere weather phenomena can hold so much memories and triggers them by just doing what its meant to do.

For some reason, it was raining when something worth the memory for happens in her life, it may had not been always, but most of the time.

At some point, she had gone to bed, lie awake when it was almost three a.m., and the rain was also very much awake itself. Perhaps, the rain was the one keeping her awake, though it was not loud, it was benign if anything, yet, she was, partly, blaming the rain for her inability to catch some sleep.

Maybe, it was the memories; probably was.

It wasn't like she had anything significant to do the next day, and even the days after, yet she still wished she could get knocked out by sleep and along with the memories that wouldn't tire from running around her mind.

For the next couple of days, the rain had become constant at night, it didn't have an exact time when it would fall, but it just happens when the sun had hidden itself.

It had an influence on the nights when Raki was suppposed to be outside escaping, and needless to say, the crippling memories had become constant too. On many occasions, she found herself just lying in bed with either a laptop, some food, her phone, or the thoughts that she had lost track on.

On an unusually-rain-free quiet evening, Raki had put on a classy black knee length dress and had a dark colored trench coat to put over it to keep her warm as she left the house.

She took a cab to the city and had arrived to a fine dining restaurant where she had made a reservation. She looked around the first thing she got in, only to have witnessed a typical fine dining, those types of restaurant when everyone seems to be there for a purpose.

And she felt like she was the only one who came there from an impulse.

She wasn't expecting anyone, nor anyone was expecting her from there. However, as soon as she was headed for her table with a host leading her, a man that she had been meeting for more than she should probably do came up to her and they comfortably came down on a brief talk to end up with one thing: she would have a companion. . or a dinner companion. . or perhaps just a normal someone whom she would have dinner with for one evening.

Seungcheol had made a reservation too, but they decided to take one table, and frankly, it hadn't quite dawned on her yet, on what was happening at that moment. It was the third time that she had met him alone from the bookstore and from the café that was also a library, and a dinner at a fine dining which she had made the effort to dress up for with him was something she totally had not expected.

Followong the exit of the host after leading them to their table, Raki took off her coat and put it over the back of the chair, no reaction was expected, yet Seungcheol's eyebrows subtly flinched by the sight of her exposed shoulders, perhaps he got used to the trench coat that was over her since the moment he saw her, that it became sort of unusual.

She took a seat, and he did too, yet quite skeptical of what his face muscles did.

Before, during and after the host was giving them the menu, neither of them were talking, it was complete silence in the round of their table. It was a little awkward and uncomfortable, yet most of the time, none of them really mind.