The rain was still falling ceaselessly when he arrived.
The door to his apartment opened with a faint creak.
He looked inside.
He closed the umbrella and placed it in the corner.
Then, he stepped in.
Once he closed the door,
the sound of the rain became muffled.
A sense of relief washed over him.
For a moment, he just stood there.
It was dark. And silent.
Instead of walking further in,
he sat blindly on the cold floor and rested his back on the door.
From his knees to his toes, he was soaked from the rain.
It was cold.
The chill clung to his skin.
I need to turn on the lights...
He didn't get up, however.
Somehow, he felt really tired.
He fumbled weakly for his phone.
A quick glance told him it was already half past ten.
He closed his heavy eyelids,
his breathing turning slow.
He imagined the hands of a clock to calm himself. The one from the cafe.
Tick. Tock.
One.
Tick. Tock.
Two.
Tick. Tock.
Three...
"You made a mistake, you know."
"... I know."
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re:Happiness | Cell Phone Novel
General Fiction「 Can you teach me how to be happy? 」 Fujiwara Ao has been living the past nineteen years of his life in ease. Born with the ideal background and blessed with enough talent, that's what most of the people presume. In their eyes, he was sim...
