I whirl around at the all too familiar voice. Rain drops dampen my hair more, my shoulders drenched.
It's clear even through the drowning of the rain.
He smiles his small smile. The mischievous glint is still there. Still there.
I stand agape in the pouring rain. He's taller. Much taller than he was before. Well, boys do grow much more than girls do.
He speaks, seeing me petrified beside him, underneath the umbrella.
"Ohisashiburi desu, Senpai."
*Ohisashiburi desu: (JAPN) Long time no see. Or, It's been a long time.
*Senpai: (JAPN) a term used to refer to upperclassmen or people in a position above you. [in Japanese society]
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Rain Catcher
Short StoryAs rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feeling...
