It all started one blue day.
I was waiting for my friends that time at the alleyway of canteen when out of boredom I decided to observe people who walk past me and as my eyes wanders through the crowd I saw this man holding a book which it turns out to be my all time favorite novel.
I was so caught up that I never got the time to say hello or get acquainted with him.
I heaved a sigh as he walk past me.
Regrets flodded me then afterwards because that was the first time I encountered someone who are at some point share the same interest as mine.
I never got the chance to know his name nor remember his face.
It all just happened in a blink of an eye.
Months past by and the blossom of another Summer hues reflects above the sky that very afternoon.
The warm breeze winding up around the corner.
The transition of the afternoon glow turns to gray as I took the bus.
As the bus take on the road I plugged in my earphones and tune in to music.
Wind starts to whimper only to realize downpour comes next.
Clacking of shutting windows surround the entire bus as passengers hurried to slam down their windowsills to keep them away from getting wet.
However I decided mine to remain open—and the person infront of my row.
I inhaled the cold breeze and extend my palm outside the window.
As raindrops fall intimately on my palm—I remember the scene from my favorite book where the boy spread out his arms outside the moving car's window as the oncoming storm starts to drip.
The cold raindrops falling against his skin and the exhilaration brought by the raindrops to him felt like small kisses gently caressing him. It made me kind of nostalgic reminiscing that one.
Few moments later we're stuck on the road due to traffic.
I observed something unusual to the occupant of the seat infront of my row.
He is spreading his arms halfway outside the window and seems to be thrilled to feel the raindrops against his skin.
And then it hit me.
Is he perhaps imitating the scene from my favorite book?
Was he the same person whom I saw carrying my favorite book back then?
He's someone.
He may even be someone I know but I don't know who.
And I'm not sure I want to know.
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