I was sitting on a coach, not knowing what to do. Looked at the sky through the window, I said.
"It's going to rain." And it did rain, for my prediction was never wrong.
I surely put my hand on my head and lied back on my bed. I bet it was a fever.
"Oh…I feel pain…" I said slowly, reaching for a pillow to hug.
Suddenly the door was opened widely. I opened my eyes and sat on the bed. It was you, our chef. You smiled to me happily and said,
"Nami! Dinner is ready!" You put a stupid smile on your face.
I hated that smile, but surely it made me happy for some reason. I then stood up, trying hard to lean to my desk so I could stand up. But the fever kept me unmoved. I sat back, could not stand up.
"You go ahead, I'll be there soon." I said as you walked toward the door.
You risked a nod and smiled to me. I then smiled back weakly and leaned back against the wall. As soon as the door closed, I took a deep breath and lied down powerlessly. Suddenly the door was opened again; the figure of you was there, leaning to the doorway. You walked toward me slowly and reached for me. Your hand reached for my forehead and touched it. You gave me a soft touch, and then you looked at me in worried.
"Are you okay?" You asked softly.
"I think I am…" I said weakly.
"No, you don't, now lie down and I'll bring you some warm towels." You said quickly before you ran toward the door and disappeared from my sight.
I smiled to the sky. It was raining, but I though that rain was pretty. I leaned against the wall and hugged my pillow close to me.
When it rained, you were always there for me.