"Yes, of course, of course," he cooed to the phone, " you will always be my number one… Oh sure, what time? I'll be there as fast as I can… Why, to see you your smile as soon as possible, of course… Ahaha, yes I love you too… Bye." He slapped his phone close and nearly threw it on the floor. He didn't know why that girl called him at this inappropriate time. That fucking girl, who the fuck does she think she is, wrecking my beauty sleep? But, no, calm down, Len. She's someone that you should keep. She's busty, and especially arousing when in bed. You just have to deal with her till you get tired. She's just a toy, isn't she, a worthy kept toy? With that thought, he finally calmed down. He grabbed his temples and gritted his teeth. Ah, this is so tiresome sometimes. Then he looked at the bare, turquoise-haired woman by his side, and he chuckled. But it's so worth it, he thought while play with her long hair, still chuckling about how last night with her was. Innocent, innocent little woman, dancing on the palm of my hands. You're such an innocent dear, he thought evilly. You are mine the moment I set eyes on you.
He tossed the blankets away from his legs and stood up, sauntering happily towards the glass-shielded shower. By the time he was finished cleaning up, he looked at the apparent watery window. Ah, so it's showering outside too? He thought of what someone had told him when he was little. Maybe it was his grandfather, but he said the pitter-patter of the rain sounded like a round of applause. Ha, maybe the world is cheering for me, being such a natural at what I do. But… He continued to stare at the grey, cloudy sky. I wish it would stop. It feels kind of depressing.
"I wish it will stop raining today," he whispered, chanting a wish.
The girl sighed as she walked through the barren street, shivering from the cold. A moment of relaxation, a moment to think, it had never been given to her from the time she was born. She was glad that she had it now, and she was glad that she was here. She peeked at the greying sky from below the hem of her blue umbrella and gave another sigh. As if her sigh was a magical spell, the drizzles of rain became heavier.
"So you finally came," she spoke, seemingly to the rain. "I have been waiting for you."
The whoosh of the wind gave her a reply, and she smiled. She didn't get why people thought that the rain was something to be afraid of. People seemed to run away from it. What has the rain done to those people? Compared to the men and women that she knew, the rain was not even the least bit dislikeable. In fact, it was beautiful. The tiny sprinkles of water when it fell on your skin, how could anyone have hated that?
"Strange people. Strange." She shook her head disappointedly. "I wish the rain would never stop."
Two different doors. Two different individuals. I could only tell you that their journey starts here…
