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I feel dejected. My shoulders are slump against the bench. I don't even realise that I'm pouting.
You don't come today. I wait and wait and wait...
But until the end, I don't hear your cheerful voice greets me like usual.
You had broken your promise with me. But I still don't move anywhere.
Cause I'm hopeful, yes I am, hopeful that you will finally appear.
Soon, it begin sprinkling. Little droplets of water drench my hair, skin and cloth. I remain seated. But I eventually walk away when I feel the water droplets begin growing larger and falling frequently follow by the thunder echoed in the distance.
