Ray Maverick
"Sir, do you need something?" Clara, who seemed to still be awake, asked as she saw me.
"No, nothing," I said, twirling the umbrella in my hand.
"Okay, sir," she said and headed back to her quarters.
I walked outside, deciding to leave my glass behind. I was too tired to act up in this storm.
I had to go out of the gates. She didn't even enter.
She was shivering profusely as she curled up.
"Get up," I said. Her weak eyes turned to look at me.
Though it was raining, I could tell she was crying.
Her hair was now messed up, her eyes red.
I shielded her with the umbrella I held.
"Did you hear me?" I asked as she wasn't moving.
She avoided my gaze and turned the other way.
The rain was now dripping off my skin, and I felt goosebumps forming on m
