2 pm flashed in my phone lock screen. Tapping my shoe on the concrete ground unconsciously, I keep on surveying every person that passed by in front of me. But still no luck, I haven't seen any familiar face in the crowd. An hour became two. The sun has just start to set but still no message nor call. A slight pain pass my chest, holding the round pendant hanging on my neck. The sky starts to gloom. Droplets starts to drop. I reach out my hand and feel the rain against my skin. We met when the sky starts to cry. We end with gloom that was reflected in your eyes. ------------------------------------------ #1 = de Mesa introduction
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