he looked outside as the rain falls hard on that Friday night. he doesn't know but an irresistible force was tugging his lips to stretch.
he shook his head as he continue his work he got just a month ago when he moved on from burying himself.
he finished the last table and held the tray. he mopped the floors before his fellow employees called him, saying his off.
he changed his uniform to a black shirt and pants. he wore his necklace with a locket, inside his beloved.
walking outside he opened his umbrella and began to trot to home. he ruffled his hair with his free hand with the intention of fixing it but just ended messing it up more.
silence followed.
only drops of rain can be heard.
through his blurred vision he saw, that pale girl wearing a floral dress, hugging herself under a waiting shed. but one thing, those hideous glasses, lacking.
he came beside her without her knowing, closed his umbrella still she isn't looking.
he looked in front and jammed his hand in his pockets as he spoke,
"what is a light doing in this gloomy night?"
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[dedicated to lois. thanks dear for supporting my trash (:
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