PROLOGUE | Rain

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It's cold...

I thought as I stare at the rain from my window.

The rain reminds me of you... It reminds me of how I fell, it reminds me of how you fell.

The rain is cold.

The rain always understands me.

I feel cold.

The rain had always made me wonder...





Where did we go wrong?

- A

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