Chapter 2: Rain & Memories
Krishiv I walk through the rain, the bottoms of my jeans soaked, and my umbrella shading me from the downpour. I woke up two hours ago and couldn’t go back to sleep, and my stupid brain thought a walk might be a good idea. Right. A walk. In the rain. Rain has always reminded me of my parents, who are working abroad. They had told me about them leaving on a rainy day three years ago. They chose to give up their jobs to chase the jobs that paid better, so I could chase my dreams. The trees with golden leaves and the bushes of dying flowers pass me as I walk by, the cold fall weather beginning to replace the warmth of summer. I reach my house and unlock the door, my cold fingers holding the key. I walk in, abandoning the cold rain, to the warm, dry air that wraps around me like a hug. I rub my hands to warm up my fingers. The house was quiet except for the faint sound of the rain outside and the squeaks of my shoes as I took them off. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and pull it ou...