Of all the things that I am gonna remember from this day - the one I would remember the most - is the rain on this summer afternoon. The rain, and how it poured down over my head, masking what I was no longer afraid to show. Time had come and stole what it was not supposed to take, to touch, and yet it did, so the rain came down.

There was no speck of bright light today, no peeking of bright sunlight from the spaces of green leaves and brown branches, just a sharp flowing of incessant water needles that echoed the feelings of those present. It was fitting in the end, that even the cherubins cried at the loss.

The rain, the beautiful rain - that I used to adore at some point - and how it reminded me of jumping on the puddle with my brother when we were kids, of two small pair of rubber boots that would never be worn again; and how later in life, I would sit by the window sill and stare at it over several cups of tea and country songs. But now, it reminded me of tears, the tears of my mum when she lost the most precious thing in the world - my dad.

The rain seethed through my body painfully. I feel numb, cold, dead, and forgotten. Washed away like the leftovers from the dinner plate.

I am aware that nothing could ever bring him back into my life. But dressed in pure white, like a vestal priestess, amidst the mass of black, looking down and holding their matching umbrella above them while my tears mixed into the rain, I could only hope.

Hope for an alternative that would never arrive.

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AN: SEESAW is almost complete, so I thought I would start this new fanfiction that I have been working on for the past few days. It's a Kim Namjoon fic, because hyung line deserves much more fanfictions and love. Although, it's a bit angsty, but I promise it'll get better. The prologue starts with an ending,which is a characteristic of my fanfictions. Unlike the previous one, the main character, here, would have a name, a different setting and a different feel. But as usual, it would be in first person narrative.

Votes and comments are deeply appreciated. Hope you like it. Happy reading!