Rain.
I always liked rain.
It made me melancholic but I loved the atmosphere.
When my parents were still alive, they would make me hot coco every time we had a stormy day or the environment was a bit cold. I'd take the coco in one hand and swipe music with the other, all the while watching the rain from my window. Those were fun times and I actually liked rain.
However… when they died, when I was in the streets, did I truly understand just how miserable rain was.
Just how fucking worthless it felt to just sit there and get wet in my b-day suit… while everyone stayed in the comforts of their homes.
…
It was raining, or rather drizzling right now. Some of those memories came back. But… "Let's get some hot drink after this," I said.
"Yeah," Vivia said.
