Rain, maybe some people like poetry or sweet things related to rain. Likewise with the beautiful girl who is now sitting pensive near the window of a cafe, her eyes barely blinking at the rain falling down the glass.

　　The girl stepped back on her world, then blinked and glanced at the clock on her wrist. His breath was rough, it turned out this was the end.

　　He should have known that what he was waiting for would never come. The girl closed her eyes, remembering her agreement with a man about three years ago.

　　He smiled faintly, remembering how foolish he was to trust a sweet mouth that loves to spread hope without any certainty.

　　As she was getting up, preparing to leave the place that had been her meeting with the man, the chime of the bell made her look up.

　　"Are you leaving already?" asked a man who was now walking towards him.

　　He came, just when the girl had decided to end it all. It was not that easy for her to forgive, not after the man had made her wait without certainty for three years.

　　"You didn't exactly promise." Rabella's sharp eyes stared at the man in front of her without blinking.

　　"There's still 8 hours to go before 12 midnight, I'm not too late." The man smiled, "You who are still impatient, are still like before."

　　"Then, now, what?" asked Rabella.

　　"You already know the answer," the man's shady eyes stared back at Rabella's beady eyes.

　　Rain, maybe some people like poetry or sweet things related to rain. Likewise with the beautiful girl who is now sitting pensive near the window of a cafe, her eyes barely blinking at the rain falling down the glass.

　　The girl stepped back on her world, then blinked and glanced at the clock on her wrist. His breath was rough, it turned out this was the end.

　　He should have known that what he was waiting for would never come. The girl closed her eyes, remembering her agreement with a man about three years ago.

　　He smiled faintly, remembering how foolish he was to trust a sweet mouth that loves to spread hope without any certainty.

　　As she was getting up, preparing to leave the place that had been her meeting with the man, the chime of the bell made her look up.

　　"Are you leaving already?" asked a man who was now walking towards him.

　　He came, just when the girl had decided to end it all. It was not that easy for her to forgive, not after the man had made her wait without certainty for three years.

　　"You didn't exactly promise." Rabella's sharp eyes stared at the man in front of her without blinking.

　　"There's still 8 hours to go before 12 midnight, I'm not too late." The man smiled, "You who are still impatient, are still like before."

　　"Then, now, what?" asked Rabella.

　　"You already know the answer," the man's shady eyes stared back at Rabella's beady eyes.

　　To be continued