Ethan got out of his car when he reached the graveyard.
He took out his umbrella, and stood next to his parents for a while.
He had moved on now.
He couldn't rewrite the past, and over the past few years, he had learnt to accept the fact.
Doesn't mean it didn't hurt.
"I couldn't bring flowers." He weakly said. "So I brought just myself. And lots of love too."
Perhaps the only reason Ethan visited the graves on rainy days was because he sort of wished that the rain would wash away the pain, just like it washes away a drawing made of chalk from the ground.
He wishes for his wish to come true. Which was a lame thing to say, but Ethan thought maybe the more number of wishes he had, the more probability of one of them coming true.
Even if they are all the same.
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Rainy Days [COMPLETED]
Short StoryThere's Ethan, the crazy guy who goes for long drives in the rain. There's Lauren, the sunshine girl who was stuck in the rain. And it seems like rainy days have a cliché way of making them cross paths.
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