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a story in a rainy day.
by, evangeline.
p.s : please play this song as you
read the story! i beg youuuu! :c

this is a story about a girl, who can't help but falling in love at the first sight with someone she met in the bus station.
it's a rainy day, she forgot to bring her umbrella, unfortunately. she sighs heavily, keeps blaming god of why do he had to put her in such as situation. she then decides to sit down on the sidewalk of a bus stop, avoiding the rain. she's greeted by the cold, rainy season air that leaves her skin tingling. she loves the rain, actually. it's about all things cold wrapped in warm, hot tea, blanket, nice polkadot socks, sweet song and the hug from your beloved one. finally! she can smell the fresh air after it's been hot and.. smoky, for she can't even remember how long, but, not at this moment! she has an appointment to go, she's supposed to meet her friend in a cafe.
she feels bored waiting for the rain to stop, and he, the main problem in this story, is sitting by himself, too. the difference is, he has his airpods on, eyes closed. not wanting to be distracted by anyone, huh? probably waiting for the bus? or the rain to stop? who knows. she couldn't care less too, but not after she sees a glimpse of one of her favorite songs, wish you were here by pink floyd. "oh! i know that song too!" of course. of course she gets excited, judging from how bored she is before and then finding one person, the only person sitting with her is having a way too good taste to be missed. he doesnt budge.. at all. she pouts, feeling ignored. "hey! i said, i know that song too." this time, with a gentle poke on the male's shoulder. the boy turns his head to face her, revealing a boy with black hair, straight annoyed face as if it's staring at her soul, judging her deeply. my godness. their eyes meet, she feels her heart racing at the mere sight of this unfamiliar person, yet she can't explain it. he take off one of his airpods, "ah, really? you got a nice taste girl." the girl replied, "i know right? nowadays music are boring. i prefer the old ones."
and so on, the conversation keeps flowing like a nice, calm river. they evaporated into the world of music. sometimes you meet a person and you just click-you're comfortable with them, like you've known them your whole life, and you don't have to pretend to be anyone or anything. that's how she feels about him, comfortable. the rain stop, but they won't. feels like she has known him for years.



it's like, destiny made its way to theirs. the way they meet is just unpredictable, she falls in love instantly the moment she sees his eyes. suddenly, it's not her versus the boring await for rain, her world. it's she and he, versus the world. who knows, she will find comfort in him? who knows, she will later fall in his embrace after him telling her a child story? who knows, the intimidating soul of him will later be the warmest home for her, kind of person she would love to cuddle when it was raining and cold, just like the first time they met? the chamomile tea, the hot bitter chocolate, the fresh milk. they will later spend hours talking, about life, his, her, and the possibilities of theirs. dreaming when they should be sleeping.
maybe, god knows. maybe, they heard the little sound of her, praying every night so she find someone perfect for her, to protect her, no matter up and down. well, maybe, he's the answer of all her prayers. maybe they aren't really a match. they're a mess. they sing together when her voice isn't even good and so is his. but they know,
their hearts.
their hearts, are beating for each other. since the rainy day, they found home which they won't leave.

(the idea of writing this comes when i was in the middle of my math exam. i abandoned the task and writed this down instead. i got 70, by the way.)









