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dear, yena

it rained today. i swear, i heard your voice that i walked outside without an umbrella making me all wet. i thought i heard your angelic voice singing in the rain.

which made me remember that day after school, when you were still in this world.

"it's raining again..." yuri said, looking outside the window of their room, "shit, i forgot that my umbrella was at home." she mumbled, guess she has to take a run for it to go home.

the bell rung making all of the students rush to the door with their bags hung in their shoulder. it was time to go home but yuri might not get home fast, it might take long for the rain to stop.

stooding up, she saw an umbrella laying down infront of her seat. she stared at it in confusion before grabbing it. "wonder who left this."

turning her head left to right, all her classmates have already gotten home. "i'll just borrow it, plus i think the owner has already gone home." she smiled to herself.

she walked outside, holding her umbrella trying not to get wet on her way home. she was glad that there was an umbrella laying down infront of her because if there wasn't, she would be stuck in school.

she was also glad that she didn't find the owner because if she does, then she has to wait for the rain to stop but it looks like the light rain would be heavier.

while walking, she heard someone singing. she was about to continue to walk but her feet won't move. as if she fell in love with the angelic voice.

she followed the voice and saw a familiar girl, wet from the rain while singing.

never knew she could sing. yuri thought.

running towards her, she raised the umbrella up for the girl to not get wet. "what are you doing?"

"trying to not get you wet." yuri said.

yena chuckled, "but i'm already wet, what's the point?" yena was right though. "c'mon, let's go home."

"no, go ahead." yena gestured her to leave but yuri shooked her head, "let's go, or else you might catch a cold." she insisted, yena sighed in defeat and went home with her.

i wish i could still hear your voice. i miss it.

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