downpour
@hscharoen
The rain is an endless cascade, lasting for hours, overwhelming the small town with its quiet roar. It’s weather he loved since he was little, rainfall resembled song and it calmed him - on most days. For this reason, he bought obnoxious yellow rain boots and a large, clear umbrella made with cheap plastic. From underneath its cover, Daewon watched the torrent of raindrops fall and explode upon contact. It was soothing, the visual whimsical, amusing the five-year-old Daewon that existed somewhere inside.
Normally he’d consider this perfect napping weather but he slept over ten hours last night, and also enjoyed a generous serving of cappuccino. After leaving the cafe he wandered a bit, partially uncaring but mostly unknowing. The streets were empty except for him, and her, a girl he didn’t know with honey-colored hair. She stood out, vibrant compared to the gray afternoon, and without an umbrella. Without slowing the rain poured, hammering into the concrete and rooftops. You learn to ignore pitiful sights in the city, there’s always a sad story to be told and at some point, the shock is worn away. Considering this, Daewon spun his umbrella. The droplets flew off in a spiral, and he thought: well, this isn’t Seoul.
He speaks up, approaching her with wary steps. “Excuse me?” he begins, his voice cracking from disuse. Daewon stands a few feet away from her, far enough that he wouldn’t break his bubble but close enough that he could see the scar above her lip. Who is she - what happened here? He reflects for a moment, her visage oddly familiar, like looking into a distorted funhouse mirror. For a moment he waits for a name to pop into his memory, that’d at least explain the shiver of deja vu, but instead, he stands there dumbfounded. “Are you...okay? You could get sick out here, let me give you my umbrella.”