he wanted to say "I love you". he couldn't say "I love you". he felt it was both her biggest lie and her biggest truth. maybe he shall be born again to herself some day and start a journey to seek for her. for now, however, he sits in a moment of loneliness, on a bench far from the closet red-roofed home. there is only the sound of rain drops forming, oh, what perfect timing. he stands... and walks... away...
