First the rain. Then the petrichor.
Then I open the umbrella. But it doesn't work. They don't get deceived easily, my parents. I'm already wet. I'll catch a cold.
But a cold's never a bother. It's not a permanent thing.
What's a bother is...the memories, people will have later, of you. Your true-self. Out there. Truths. You. You and your darn beliefs.
During the cold. I gave it so much thought. It never got out of my head.
I just couldn't. Her face told it all.
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'I was just joking-' 'I wanted to see your stupid face with its stupid reaction!'
'Woah...thank goodness...you almost got me stunned there...'
'What? you thought it was for real?'
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Romance'When chanced encounters remind us of painful happy memories of distant teenage years...' 'You can't help but ponder what if? And guess what, I'm just like everyone. I guess.' When a trip to the mountains brings back Mitil to her old highschool swee...
