out I go when it's raining. sitting there, quietly. a normal routine, you can say. inside this small car, I close my eyes, this, feeling, of secured comforts me. from this cold rain. and I always hate when I can read people's. I, really, hate that. I became a spoil brat, I guess. Too comfortable. Can't blame myself, it was like heaven on the earth. The moment I recall those memories, my eyes started to close.
Until then. Ameagari.