COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 2

The reason why he wanted to cut his hair short was very simple, this long hair did noton belong to him.

Pon was used to thinking simply and directly, and only later, when he had the time to think deeper, did he belatedly realize the absurdity of the question he asked.

It was not his at all, this body didn't belong to him from head to toe.

What was the point of seeking affirmation and support from others?

On the way back, it suddenly started to rain.

At first, a few sparse drops fell from the dark clouds but soon it turned into a torrential rain.

The pea-sized raindrops pelted the tin roof with such force that the poorly soundproofed van was filled with a heavy, dull noise.

The woman in the driver's seat commanded while waiting at the red light, "Benz, close the window and don't let your brother catch a cold."

The boy withdrew his arm resting on the edge of the window and muttered something, while struggling to close the window.

Pon shifted his gaze from the window on his side to the window on the other side that had not yet been completely closed, and looked outside through the few inch wide gap.

The autumn rain here was very different from that in the capital.

It was as fine as silk, like silver webbing falling from the sky, full of warmth and humidity unique to the south.

The residents here were also very different from the capital.

There were many small vendors selling tropical fruits on both sides of the road.

The heavy rain drenched them as they picked up their things in a hurry, laughing heartily and gossiping with stall owners next door.

He wondered if 'Pon', who had come here from the capital three years ago, had also been unable to break away from the fast-paced life to adapt to this peaceful, leisurely paradise.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or it could be a joke made by Heaven.

The original owner of this body was also called "Pon", Thanapon Kitjaruwannakul.

If he were still alive, 'Pon' would be a young man of twenty-something years old.

His mother Sammy was driving in front and his younger brother Benz was sitting next to him.

It was an ordinary single-parent family, composed of the eldest son suffering from mental illness, a younger son in middle school, and a mother, the backbone of the family, struggling to raise the two children.

If one had to mention something unusual, from what Pon had learned about this family after occupying this body for ten days, Sammy's partiality towards her son would count as one.

After all, for the sake of her son's comfort, she moved her family from the capital to this remote southern island.

Even Pon's own mother who had loved him dearly in the past could not do it.

As a result, Benz was dissatisfied with his brother and provoked him verbally from time to time.

After Pon figured out this complicated family relationship, he expressed his full understanding of his attitude.

"Pon, did you have a good chat with Dr. Kenta today?"

Sammy's words interrupted his thoughts.

Pon withdrew his gaze and said, "Very good."

Sammy smiled and nodded: "That's great. Mom bought shrimp, do you want to eat them boiled or with sweet and sour sauce?"

Benz who was beside him snorted softly, and Pon pushed the question at his younger brother.