It was raining. So was it on that night Ou had a dream, holding a book on his hand.
So was it on the day that they became best friends.
Cermin was lost in thought as the rain continued to pour overhead, and he didn't have an umbrella again. He had been avoiding interacting with Ronin for weeks.
All just because of that one thing. And this rain made him feel like he was an idiot putting their friendship to waste for that one thing.
That thing was fear.
Ronin was also the same. He felt that he's putting all his effort to waste if he will be bogged down by Ou's memories.
He will not be in fear.
When the memories come, let them come. He'll pay attention to them like he does with passing flies buzzing on his ear.
He too doesn't have an umbrella, so he walked towards the nearest shed as the buildings were too far away even when he runs. He just came back from the Monk gardens.
