October 28.
I saw you again the next day. You were standing in the same place, staring at the sky again. Only this time, it wasn't raining. But you seemed truly happy.
I came up to you again. this time you asked for my name. "Eric Sohn," I told you. Then you told me yours. You wrote it on my wrist with the pen that you always used to keep behind your ear. You said that you used it to release all of your thoughts. I could understand that.
It started raining again as we both walked home. Your name on my wrist smudged because of it, but I still remember.
