Heavy raindrops fell to the ground, making the air seem as if it were coated in mist.
One man stood in front of an old, dark alley.
A flash. Was he imagining it? Had his plan of leaving his closest friends for another a success?
He watched for movement once more.
And so it came and revealed itself… but the light-haired man's heart sank.
The man bent down and reached to pet the alley cat, a small, sad smile lingering across his face.
And so Tadase walked off, holding his dark blue umbrella and thinking about the pinkette he loved.
Ah, a 100-word drabble… (Excluding this note of course) It's just that I haven't written anything Tadamu lately… so I thought I'd give this a try. I really hope you enjoyed it.