He thought he’s gonna be bulletproof this time.
He woke up heavy hearted. Droplets of rain scattering the dewy glass of early morn. Shades of black and white in the gloomy room are deafening him. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the still, calm crack of dawn.
One black umbrella is enough to keep him from the cold strokes of the morning rain unable to blow his sorrows away. One step further takes him deeper and deeper. He can’t care less of the sullied pavement he treads.. he walked as if there’s no end, unconsciously lifting his right arm to touch the rough concrete of a nearby wall, as if tracing something out of it. He never felt the freezing drizzle of pouring rain on his right hand and instead felt the warm tears rolling in his cheeks.
He knows it ain’t easy..