Dear "J" | Sim Jake

Prologue

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The sky was a relentless sheet of gray as Jake and his best friend, Jay, stepped out of the school’s front doors. Rain poured in heavy, unrelenting sheets, drumming on the pavement with a rhythm that seemed almost rebellious. Jake’s laughter cut through the downpour, a stark contrast to the gloom. Neither he nor Jay seemed bothered by the weather as they moved towards the waiting car.

The driver, impervious to the storm, opened the door with practiced ease. Jay and Jake climbed in, the warmth of the car enveloping them as the door shut behind them. The vehicle glided away, leaving behind the relentless rain and the shimmering, slick streets.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes watched from the shadowed entrance of the school. As the car pulled away, the observer let out a soft sigh, a whisper lost in the storm. The sight of Jay and Jake, carefree in their escape from the rain, stirred a quiet yearning. The observer wished for a taste of that freedom, for the joy of dancing in the downpour, while Jay and Jake remained blissfully unaware of the storm’s playful invitation.

She took a deep breath and stepped out into the storm, her bag hanging low on her shoulder. As the rain soaked her completely, she tilted her head back, allowing the droplets to slip over her figure and cascade down her face. A serene smile touched her lips as she embraced the rain’s touch, savoring the feeling of each cool drop against her skin. With each step

As the day drew to a close, she sat down at her desk and carefully wrote down the date, marking the end of what had been an exceptionally rainy day. She recorded the events with a wistful touch, her mind drifting back to the one person who had lingered in her thoughts throughout the storm.

With the pen gripped tightly in her hand, she penned a final note to herself: "Will I ever have the chance to stand in the rain with him, to feel the storm’s embrace together, as I did today?"The question hung in the air, as uncertain and hopeful as the rain-soaked day itself. Each word was a reflection of her yearning, a quiet wish for a future moment shared in the rain.

She leaned hopelessly against her study table, the weight of the day’s thoughts settling heavily on her shoulders. Her gaze drifted out of the window, where the moon, partially obscured by the rain, cast a pale glow over the storm-swept landscape. As the rain continued to pour, she found herself wondering about him—what he was doing, where he was, and if he was thinking of her. The gentle, rhythmic patter of the rain on the windowpane became a soothing backdrop to her musings, mingling with her quiet hopes and lingering doubts. In that moment, she wished for a glimpse into his world, sharing in the quiet beauty of the rainy night, and finding solace in the moonlight’s gentle embrace.

She squinted her eyes, peering intently at the moon as if trying to bridge the distance between them. Her hand extended toward the moon’s silvery structure, reaching out as though the vast expanse of night could be traversed by mere will. The rain continued its steady rhythm, a soft backdrop to her quiet contemplation. In that moment, she felt a fragile connection, imagining that, somewhere out there, he might be gazing at the same moon. Her heart ached with a bittersweet longing, as she reached for a shared dream in the luminous sky.

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He carefully placed his guitar on its stand and walked over to his bed, the day's weariness settling into his bones. As he approached the window, a sudden impulse made him stop. The rain was falling steadily outside, its rhythmic patter a soothing soundtrack to the evening. He leaned against the wall beside the window, looking out at the moon that hung silently in the night sky.

The moonlight filtered through the rain-streaked glass, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room. He gazed at the moon, its silvery light mingling with the shadows created by the rain. The sight was both calming and stirring, a moment of quiet introspection amidst the storm. He let the world outside fade away, allowing the moon’s tranquil presence to envelop him in a serene stillness. As he stood there, lost in the gentle beauty of the scene, he found himself reflecting on distant thoughts and hidden emotions, each drop of rain a whispered echo of his innermost musings.

In that shared celestial gaze, he saw the moon’s gentle light reflecting on the glass, its soft glow creating a tranquil, introspective ambiance. She, too, felt a fragile connection, imagining that, somewhere out there, he might be looking at the same moon. Each lost in their own thoughts, they experienced a bittersweet sense of unity under the luminous sky, their individual yearnings momentarily intertwined by the moon’s quiet presence.

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"Every single time I glance at the moon,it reminds me of you..but did I ever remind you of the moon?"