Saudade

Gun looked out of the window. It was pouring heavily. It was as if the entire sky was alive with all the thunder and lightning. All this gloom was usually seen as a bad omen. But Gun had always loved rain. Not because he wanted to jump in puddles or dance under the dark sky but because he took it as the perfect opportunity to curl up in his bed under the comforter with a mug of steaming hot chocolate and a book, with no one to disturb him. But today he sat idle on his settee with a box. A box filled with memories. Memories he liked to visit once in a while.

Cover by @Sammyxoxo02