... and the rain falls down
Droplets of rain splattered against the backseat window.
"Knock Knock" My knuckles hit the window almost before the driver started the engine.
Can I join? I asked almost begging.
Sure, the two IBmers slash vietnamese girls nodded.
And just like that, I don't need to walk in the rain to hail a cab.
Tieng viet lingers on my ears, No. I'm no where in Vietnam. Unfathomable but it aims to break the deafening silence. Well, Almost!
There's no chance that the rain will stop. Not a even a slightest clue.
It breaks my heart. The weather is too depressing.
Somehow, i looked at the bright side... I've gained new friends and for the first time in history. I was too early, way too earlyyy for my shit. I mean shift.
8 years ago
