"Uh... How may I help you?"
It was an odd set of words to ask at such a strange meeting. But what was even weirder was the fact that he asked me like someone working in customer service talking to a customer. In an alley. In the rain. While the both of us were drenched to the bone??
Of course, it surprised me! And for a moment, I was left utterly flabbergasted to the point that I forgot, once again, all about the heavy rain pouring down on both of us.
Until his eyes widened, and he let out a shout of realization before quickly standing up and then pulling a purple folding umbrella from behind him and then opening it above me.
An odd color for a folding umbrella, if you ask me.
But that's just the second thing on my mind that moment as I looked up at the umbrella, and then I looked back at the boy standing before me, now looking at me with concern in his eyes as he spoke again.
"Y-you're wet... Oh, you're already wet! I-I- How do I- Oh, dear..." Panic set into his eyes and his actions as he looked at my clothes, and then he looked around himself as if looking for some sort of solution to our current situation, all while I watched him, bewildered by his actions.
What exactly is going on here? Wait a minute... What?!
"H-hey, what are you-" I stretched my hand out to try and calm down this panicking boy, until my hand fell on his shoulder, and he flinched before quickly turning back to me. Once again, my eyes widened as our eyes met.
And frankly, so did his, like eye contact wasn't something he was used to.
And then I finally noticed that he was barely sheltering himself with his own umbrella. That surprised me yet again, and my brows furrowed as I looked back at him, pullingmy hand away as I spoke. "Y- you're wet! Why aren't you holding the umbrella above yourself-?" I asked, but I got cut off by the next set of actions he took, suddenly taking my hand and placing the umbrella's handle in it before smiling shyly and nodding.
"... You need it more than I do," he told me, before running off and out of the place, all as I just watched him with my feet frozen in place by the amount of surprise he just gave me. He disappeared before I could regain the ability to speak or move.
... What in the world just happened?
I breathed out as I seemed to have snapped back to reality after that boy left, and I looked around me, at the place I had ended up in, and then back up at the umbrella he gave me.
"This is..." I mumbled to myself, looking at it before furrowing my brows and then letting out a sigh. "How would I explain this to my aunt?"
~•~
It must have been just a dream.
At least, that's what I told myself repeatedly the next day when I woke up, completely well all except for the throbbing pain I felt in my palms after the beating I got from my aunt yesterday as soon as I finally went home. My arms hurt, too. Dammit, I don't even know why I tried to fight back yesterday. I've never even done that before.
But my thought were more preoccupied by the strange boy I met, and how weird our meeting was. I would have ignored it. Technically, I could have ignored it, if it weren't for the fact that when I headed out to go to school that morning, I saw his purple umbrella sitting beside the door, still a bit wet from the rain yesterday.
It really was an odd color, so there was no way I was mistaken. That's his umbrella. The boy was real.
But now came another problem: I didn't even know his name or what school he goes to or where he lives or anything at all. How in the world am I supposed to return his umbrella?
It was a problem that eventually moved to the back of my head as I went on with my day, however, going to school with the umbrella left half-forgotten in my bag. But as the day stretched on, and afternoon came and I was heading back home again, I really figured I'd just never see that boy ever again.
At least, that is until my aunt called me, sending me to her favorite café to buy bread, and I followed her instructions only to end up following the exact same path to the very person I had been looking for.
The boy who I thought was dead yesterday was smiling behind the counter, talking to customers and greeting them with a greeting that sounded weird the first time I heard it from him. But now, I guess I can see why he said it when we first met.
"Good afternoon! How may I help you?"
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