It was the wet season, the rain kept pouring as the huddle buddle went on. People running from it , trying to take shelter from it. Mothers clutching their kids to protect them . But during all this , Julian walked in the rain slowly, his headphones on . He paused, looked up and wondered, why people didn't appreciate the rain . He gave an half smile. Perhaps its true that sad people love the rain the most because they never cry alone . He stretched his hand forth as the droplets of rain fell on him . He sighed and continued his journey. …..,
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The weather darkened , the storm seemingly aggressive and the winds aggravated. He knew it was only a matter of time . Perhaps he should make haste. He quickened his pace. His hands clutched his backpack tightly, it was his birthday or rather soon to be once the clock hit twelve. He sighed. " Another year again" . He was in his space lamenting and didn't notice the sight of a running person. The person collided with him pushing them both to the floor. He raised his head up as he came to face a girl but something was missing, she was without a face .
At the same time noticing the situation, the girl stood immediately and dashed away. Her scent though? It was oddly familiar and warm. He turned around as the girl in white disappeared without a trace .
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The woods was cold, he oddly felt relieved. He brought out his flashlight to find his way around. The rain had calmed and all that remained was the drizzle though the clouds didn't look quite happy.
He finally caught sight of his hut as he calls it and moved forward. He walked in , dropped his bag and was about to lie down when he noticed something.
A breath? How?
He tiptoed stealthily into the room and found the runaway bride from earlier as he named her . The girl in white was laying on the bed and right then, he recollected, his curiosity was pipqued. Wasn't she without a face? Or was she? He moved closer and closer till their faces were inches apart and just then she opened her eyes, violet deep in color and they shone brighter than a red diamond. He was rooted to the floor. She was indeed without a face but how?
" Julian? Her voice asked with a tone of doubt.
" Who are you?
A smile crept up on whatever remained of her face " I found you"
His eyes darted to the clock and back to the girl . " Not yet".