The Seething Rain Weeps You

He doesn’t know what to feel. If it’s not anger, then maybe it’s grief.

He already arrived there when the message come. Standing there with all the rain showering at his black umbrella, he gives empty looks at the sloping road. It is the road to her home. He just has to walk for a hundred meters or two, and opens the gate and knocks the door like he used to do. But the sudden arrival of the message anguishes him, makes him feels so desperate just to think about what decision he should make.

Should he continue to walk there, or should he turn his back and crossing the road walking home, he doesn’t know. The first option seems very satisfying for him, but it’s the second one he takes.

So he turns and starts walking. The rain drops madly, and somehow it makes him melancholy. Maybe it’s just the accumulation of the sadness feeling; he used to think but he tries not to think with her.

He tries to think nothing, and he does think nothing, except the sound of Louise Louisa starts playing on his mind. It was the silly companion (no, he doesn’t think it’s silly at all), the comfort and the emotion, and the slow motion moments. It was the overcast room, and the chuckles, and the beating. It was everything.

It is everything.

He remembered how dark the room was, but he could recognize her figure very well. He remembered how she lay down on the bed while he softly whispered the words through her ear:

Stay with me, don’t want to be, alone…

But now, he just walks back home. The heavy rain disturbs him, but not quite to make him hate it. The umbrella shields him from the raindrops. It’s not that big though, his shoulders wet already.

He looks up and watches the back of the umbrella, and thinks about something,

Yeah, it only fits for one person down here…

So he continues walking home, alone.