Rinai Rain

Part 1: Mermindu Sepi (Prologist)

In a curse on a piece of paper...

*for you

Let no one else know about this, especially Him. Don't ruin my good friendship with him. This letter does not require an answer. Just an unrequited heart. Telling the burden of feelings I can't bear alone.

I like it in silence. That's how I am, dancing with silent love, hiding jealousy, throwing away your worries. Isn't that more noble? Nurturing feelings since the first time you set foot in school. Cultivate your feelings before others feel the same way about you. How painful it is to keep longing for the one who does not return longing. I can only close my eyes while touching my chest. Calling your name in silence and silence.

Missed torturing myself. You don't know how much it hurts to hide a broken heart from you. Whimpering alone without ever wishing for the care of the person I want to care for. I am also a human who deserves to like. I don't deserve to call this love, maybe it's just a momentary love, influenced by the melancholy of high school love. I like women who like other people. No matter which woman she has, because I never choose where this heart will be anchored. It is the pure will of the creator of love, to grow this seed upon you.

I buried the feeling deep, let it rot and die

*Star Farel

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Part 1: The Sepi

Farel Star POV

I miss the rain. Missing at any point of rain dew that falls from the tops of the trees. Every step I take calls the rain to visit. Something that often makes me lose my mind.

Can anyone fill the heart? Enters a vacuum that has long been dusty and desolate. It felt heavy as I stared using feelings. My feelings are numb and dead.

At the end of my eyes was already my destination. The purpose for which I walked this early. Especially besides school. The place where I seek knowledge as a student, where I seek identity, where I understand the meaning of friends, where I know the meaning of love and what it feels like to be heartbroken. I learned a lot there and I forgot a lot there. Sometimes a person has a gray time there that they deserve to forget and open a new leaf.

Every step I take mentions the wishful thinking that sometimes crosses my mind. A smile full of honesty that calms the heart. Put aside any burden that continues to gnaw on the shoulders. A smile that depicted the joy between the corners of his lips.

Not a single friend I met and not a single smile I got. But honestly, I don't have many friends. I'd rather be alone. A reason that makes me so. I think I'm more of myself when there's only me and my own mind.

I like to enjoy the solitude. It felt so peaceful when I enjoyed my own time staring at the white clouds above. Sitting in a long chair with relaxing music I do every day. No one came there, only me. After putting the bag in class, I stepped into that place.

My eyes were staring straight at the chair. The two iron seats were placed against each other. It is black but not as shiny as before. At least more sturdy than its predecessor which was only a squeaking wooden chair.

Something stuck at the end of my vision. The distance is not as usual. My steps were stopped with what was there. A guitar was perched on top of that seat. I didn't see anyone there, just that guitar. I put my feet back on that seat.

"Haaaa, there's no place this comfortable" I said as I opened my hands.

Cool air is really felt on the sidelines of the fingers a little sweaty. I sat comfortably. This is what I do every day and this is what I call enjoying my own time. I looked at the seats that were also turned back to each other with the seat that I was sitting on. The guitar just lies. I don't know where the owner went. One thing I do know, my fingers are eager to press those strings.

The sound of the sound of a solid guitar echoed around me. The sound of a large bass string collaborated with the sound of a loud lower string inviting the morning breeze. Gently squeezed into my face that was smiling thinly. My fingers are getting crazy about pressing every string on the guitar. The melodies sound harmoniously in the ears.

I haven't held a guitar in a long time. It was part of my hobby before. I don't know why my guitar used to be left in someone's house. I often visit his house. One time I brought a guitar and left it there. Until this moment I never took. Let him there change owners. It's possible that the new owner's finger feels more comfortable than this rough one.

I saw the sky above. Looks bright with a thin cloud layer. This is a sign that there will be no rain today. I'm actually upset it rained last night. I prefer the rain during the day. I could freely see every speck of rain that fell. Listening to the song of rain that continues to echo in the ears. I can also smell the rain. Makes me dive in on myself, though,

I really like the rain. I can dive into myself when it rains. Tracing every detail of memory that ever happened to me. Those memories are playing back like old cinema movies. It is gray, but full of memories. Rain always colors for the audience. What else is accompanied by a cup of bitter coffee and slurped when it rains. In that moment my heart always hopes, hopefully the rain is clearer than before.

"Hi" said someone behind me. "Your guitar picks are good too" he continued.

My head looks back. There was a woman sitting behind me. Her smile was thin but it looked sweet. His round eyes squinted under the shade of both thick eyebrows. The morning breeze that accidentally passed by wiggled his long black hair.

Why is he here? I've never seen him before. Moreover, a woman as beautiful as herself could be stranded on this seat. My eyes can see in detail every line of his face. I immediately enjoyed the sweetness of that smile.

"Hey, how confused is that?" ask the woman again.

"Eh no really. Uh, Hi too. It's got to be yours, right?" I gave him the guitar. His eyes seemed to reject the guitar.

He looks shaken. "I want you to play this guitar again. Your melody is so sweet-sounding" she praised me.

"No, I'm going to class first." I stood up and hurried to leave him. But he called me again.

"What's your name?" My steps stopped hearing his question.

"Is that important to you?" I answered briefly and then actually went to my class.

I don't really like talking to people I didn't know before. Especially with a beautiful woman like her. Nervousness and awkwardness become one. Many times I say it is unclear if I meet a woman like her.

I heard the sound of a basketball on the court. The student looked at me sharply. His sturdy hands tried to throw the ball into the basketball hoop. He is quite good at playing it. Every throw is always on target. He was focused on his basketball, but his eyes were on me. That look I get from him often. So I'm not surprised anymore.it contains revenge and hatred.

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