Where Lisa received anonymous letters almost everyday until she got used to it and desperately wanted to know who's behind those cheerful messages that kept accompanying her during her breakdown.
Lisa. She quickened her pace as clouds began to gather in the sky.
The late night talk with her girlies ended just before the beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey.
The sky had been postcard-perfect moments ago, but it changed real quick, too quick that she thinks god hates her just because she's enjoying her times with good old friends.
Sadly, they called it a day and separated.
She shivers when a tinkling sound came to her ears as the first pearls of rain dropped onto her skin.
Still halfway to her dome, she decides to take shelter in front of a small bistro where only few people were standing right next to her low-temperated form.
Her soaked bangs stick to her forehead as she's gritting her teeth over the cold wind.
She spares a glance at her fronts while wiping her clothes to get dry or whatever that makes her warm up.
The rainfall becomes more intense. So much that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise.
She takes her bag out, opening it to find her cell.
She found it.
But something feels wrong and it creates different emotions to her heart.
It beats instantaneously inside her chest until she made out the reason why she feels this way.
"It's missing..." she whispers to herself.
A big thud sound throws everyone off guard as they let out a shriek while their hands automatically cover up their ears and some run out off the trees to prevent safety.
A bell of the bistro's front door rings weakly comparing to the pitter-patter sound of rain drop, telling the people around them that customers are walking off from their shop.
One of them seems to join the others by standing under the shelter and waits for the rain to stop pouring.
As for Lisa, she still in her deep thought ignoring the chaos.
His letter.
It wasn't inside her handbag like it used to.
"Weird." She blurts out the word that she could only think first despite the million feelings that run around inside her head.
She rummages messily through her stuffs again and again but none of it showed a sign of paper or anything else.
"Maybe he forgot to put it in or... decided to give up to be my friend..."
Negatives. She always thinks so negatively whenever things are off.
What more can it be?
"Or maybe you dropped it accidentally and have no clues that it was right in front of your eyes."
Lisa tilts her head to her right when a sudden sonorous voice spoke up near her.
"What were you saying mister?" asks the midnight-black hair girl to the stranger who seems to interested in her side story.
He doesn't retort. Let alone the dumbfounded girl exchanges looks with him.
"Excuse me..?" She's unsure whether her words might sound rude asking him.
She watches him slowly raising up his hand to her face showing a thin, flat material with some freshly water stains on it.
"An envelope... h-how did you find it?" A low gasp escapes her mouth.
"It dropped off to the ground near your legs so, I picked it up thinking that it might be yours."
He gently hands it to her, face remains calm while telling the truth.
Lisa smiles as she receives it happily.
"Luckily, the rain didn't soak the whole letters or else you won't make out the words by reading just the grotesque blue ink on it." he adds.
"I'm very much thankful for this, uhh..."
Her sentence drifts off while hoping for him to tell her at least, his name.
and she was shell-shocked after hearing his response.
Lord, why can't she tell who she was speaking with? The hoodie and black mask really hide his identity well.
"You don't need to be so formal to me."
"It's Taehyung, Kim Taehyung."
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