Rain pitter-pattered on the frosty glass.

I watched the bright moon shine on the other side, silent tears dripped down my face.

The rain danced against my skin, drenching my clothes. White clothes shone in the dark night sky. I was a ghost in the night, ready to fade away when day comes.

Clack.

"What are you doing in the rain?" A cold voice was shushed in the wind.

An umbrella covered over me. Warm arms wrapped around my fragile body.

"You'll get sick." His hot breath tickled my ear.

"Thank you." I faced the samurai and enjoyed our hug.


We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
~ Luciano de Crescenzo