When It Rains [COMPLETED]

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He only appears when it rains.

That's what Stella realized staring at the boy as he, too, took shelter in a shed. She would always catch him in the same position. Taking the chair farthest to the right. His drenched umbrella placed in front of his feet. His half-opened bag resting on his lap. Leaning his head on the side as his gaze fixated below.

Her eyes twitched glancing at the same book he held for the past seven encounters she had with him. It wouldn't have fazed Stella if not for the boy starting at a varying order every time. The middle. The start. The start again. The middle. Then back to the start. It was none of her business, of course. She was aware that there could have been many reasons behind it. 

He could be a very, very slow reader. He could be going over and over and over it again. Or it could just be a bit of everything. 

Nonetheless, she couldn't help the unsettling sensation grasping her insides whenever she peers at the unchanged title peeking between his slim fingers.

'The Little Star', it was titled.

What a strange boy, she deemed.