The letter rested on Rain's lap, as she looked out of the glass door. She didn't know whom the problem belonged to, but still, the emotions conveyed with the ink, ran through her nerves.
She had been alone for a long time, so most of her problems were only hers and she preferred them that way, but what if someone walks in her life one day. Even though they don't promise her everything, was it an unspoken word, that they will try to share her misery.
There was only one thought in her mind.
She wanted to share every moment of happiness which was given to her with her loved ones, but when it came to sadness, could she ever open up?
She read the letter again, there was a fragrance to it, a paper was torn from a new book, the words little smushed, as if...as if the person was crying when they wrote it... probably feeling alone.
What was it about guys.....
