It's raining, and the sky outside the window is gloomy.
"That idiot... Isn't he coming today?" The girl standing in the rain muttered to herself in frustration, "Idiot." But she surprisingly didn't want to leave. It was obvious that the rain had seeped into her clothes, and that she was trembling all over and didn't want to leave. As if expecting something. The white dress was washed by the rain, and the skirt collapsed. The girl sat gently on the chair and said with a smile: "Is this sky the same sky he has been looking up to?" She stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the sun covered by dark clouds, trying to catch something, "Does he still remember me?"
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