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It's starting to rain again.
Even in the sunniest of seasons, it will rain once.
I don't know why that is.
Maybe, the sky is somewhat linked to us humans.
To our emotions, the way we feel on a daily basis.
Maybe, the sky is listening to me.
To my silent screams, silent tears.
The rain is silent right now.
But it will brew into a storm soon.
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"Why are you always looking up at the sky?" Yoojung places a cup of coffee in front of me and I lower my head to meet the steamy white vapor evaporating from the hot milk.
I didn't know how to answer that question. There were so many reasons to look up at the sky but I never had the courage to tell her any of them. Maybe I was too afraid she could get hurt. Hurt in so many ways.
I stir the coffee with a teaspoon while blankly staring at the table in front of me. "Because the sky is beautiful. Like you."
She sits down in front of me, smiling. I smile back, though somewhere, deep inside of my system were bitter words, waiting to come out toxic.
Yoojung wasn't beautiful.
Yoojung was intelligent. She was happy and hilarious. Not beautiful.
She sighs, taking a sip of coffee from her mug. "It'll rain soon, Yoongi. Did you bring an umbrella?"
I look up at the sky again, nodding at her words. She was right, it was going to rain soon.
