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Prologue

Birdy's P.O.V

"you're so unfair." I said as I looked at the ground with a square cement with her name written on it.

Beatrice Hans

November 20, 1993 - March 11, 2014

R.I.P

"you left me in this cruel world, alone.."

she left me alone.

alone.

the last thing I want to feel in this world.

well that just happened when my best friend, who I considered my only friend and the only one I have in this world died.

we've always been together. just the two of us. we understand each other. we feel the same.

but because we have each other we feel less miserable.

but now she left me alone.

I can't help but feel this feeling alone

I started to walk, where ever my feet take me.

this feeling again.

I hate this feeling.

it's not love, nor saddness, nor pain.

but hatred towards myself, towards everything, everyone..

The cold sensation of water tingling from my hand to my body.

as I let out my hand out of the umbrella.

not just the coldness I get from the raindrops but the coldness I also get from the wind.

I don't know where I am but for sure not in the middle of the road again.

the wind is strong, close enough to blow me away with my umbrella but instead it just flew my flat hair away to the side.

what if I take away my umbrella, letting myself wet from the rain?

that would be suicide.

for my weak worthless body.

but isn't it that what I want?

for all the pain, for all the saddness and for all the tears to all end?

yes that is exactly what I want.

I'm like a dead person already so who would else care?

I finally let go of the umbrella I am holding and just closed my eyes.

I can feel the each thick raindrops splash to my thin clothed body.

embracing the cold wind.

when just suddenly someone put a thick warm jacket on top of my shoulders, then put up the hood on top of my head.

I could still feel his warmth in side of the jacket when he put it on me.

from looking down I looked up to see that person.

I saw him getting wet.

It was a guy, tall and toned.

that was all I could see,

everything was blurry.

I want to thank him but I just couldn't. I was so ashamed of my self. too ashamed to speak.

thats why I just tried too hard to see the figures of his face so that I could remember him and thank him when I already can.

I don't know why but this did really gave me hope.

maybe it was because he was the first one to care for me in a super long time.

or it's just because he let me feel warmth that I hadn't know.

different kind of warmth.

warmth in the inside.

then he gave me a soft smile and a soft pat on my head.