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12 November 2017

It was raining again. But this time, it was heavy rain.

It rains all day long since yesterday night.

The rain made the weather became so cold, so i wore a quite thick jacket to work.

The incident happened yesterday still remained in my thought.

Is it really him?

It couldn't be!

I walked to where my seat located and pulled the drawer to get all the flowers which i had been received the these days.

I counted them one by one and altogether i got nine. Some of it had already wilt, and some of them were on their way wilting.

It couldnt be you, seriously, y/n, stop your thought, it must be someone else!

I set the flowers aside, following by laying my head on the table. I had slightly headache due to the insomnia yesterday.

A loud thunder sound caused me to wake up.

I squinted and rubbed my eyes as i slowly open it. I look around and see no one was around.


I found a new flower placed on my table, the opposite side of all the flowers.

A bouquet of rose.


Oh wait.

There was something under the rose.

A letter.

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