When I was seventeen years old, I was trapped on the fourth floor of the school. There is an iron fence downstairs, and my home is outside the building. I wanted to go home, and the teacher said, "What's there to think about?" When I want to make a call, there is always someone at the phone booth.
At that time I thought the whole world could not see me.
Until someone pushed the draft paper in front of me and I wrote every step slowly. He handed me a candy when I failed in the exam and said, "Because you look worthy." He just waited quietly while I was being heckled by the whole world.
Later I found out that during those three years it rained non-stop, but he kept holding an umbrella for me.
This is a story about secret love, missing out and running in both directions.
Intention: Meeting you in that heavy rain is salvation and a journey together.