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Droplets of rain spit against my window.
I hear them drop quickly.
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
They're mocking my cries at night.
I hate it.
I wonder if the sky is crying the same reason as me.
I wonder if they know that the reason is you.
I always cry because of you.
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Yoojung pulls me by the coat, keeping her eyes on the dry pavement below us. Her black hair blows softly with the wind and I catch myself staring at her.
"What do you think is up in the sky, Yoongi?" Her question startles me like her questions always startle me. I look up at the sky, which isn't a light blue anymore but a moody grey instead.
What did lie in the sky? Sure, there were clouds and the sun but what was above all of that?
I shrug, intertwining my hand with hers. "Maybe there are angels. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I just wanted to hear your opinion. Nothing else."
We start walking towards our apartment, a fifteen-minute walk from the coffee shop. The pavement below us that was once dry was now wet with rain. Yoojung extends her hand, laughing as the rain devours us.
"You're an idiot, Yoongi."
"Why is that?" I furrow my eyebrows, watching her spin around in the rain. She stops spinning for a minute.
