"In the silence of her absence, he found peace in the echoes of her words, etched within the pages of her diary, where the past became his present, and her memories, his refuge. A story now to hold in the hollow of his heart.
As he traced the ink-st...
As I sit at my desk, my eyes are fixed on the window in front of me. I enjoy watching the clouds and the rain. I love it when the weather is stormy. With a smile on my face.
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I gaze at the sky, finding both peace and a touch of sadness. Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. I turn my chair to face the door, wondering who could be here at this hour. Didn't everyone leave already?
The office feels empty. I thought everybody had already left. I look towards the door as an employee walks in.
Employee: Sir, aren't you going home?
???: I'll be going home soon. What are you doing here?
Employee: I was about to leave, but I noticed your office light was still on, so I thought you were here.
???: Hmm, you can go. I'll close the office and then head home.
Employee: Good evening, sir.
The employee nods slightly to greet me, and I turn my chair back towards the window.
I don't want to be the person I am right now or have been all this time. I truly want to change my attitude. I never want to be rude, but sometimes it happens unintentionally. That's what I regret the most.
???: Wait! What were you doing here until now? Why didn't you leave with the others?
I furrow my brows slightly.
Employee: Sir, you told us not to leave before completing our work, so I was finishing up the file I was working on.
???: Oh...
I curse myself silently.
???: Fine, you can leave.
He looks at me once more and exits the room.
???: Are you kidding me? You really asked him that, even though you were the one who assigned him the task.
I mutter to myself and then gaze out the window. Soon, I catch a glimpse of something in the mirror as a tear rolls down my cheek.
I... I love it when it rains. That way, I won't be left crying all alone.
Gathering my courage and my belongings, I get ready to go home. However, my knees feel weak as I think about going there, especially when it's raining. I hate my home. Cause it's right infront of-, anyways.
After taking a moment to relax, I pick up my car keys once again, ready to head home.
As I drove through the rain-soaked streets, the sound of raindrops hitting the windshield created a calming atmosphere. The wipers moved back and forth, matching my thoughts, and I felt a sense of peace despite the storm.
