Rain Drops

Chapter 2

The grin on the man's face converted the space into a brightly lit beacon. "I don't understand. These people are thinking in the proper direction." Please accept my deepest appreciation, sir. "I told you," the voice in my head keeps repeating over and over again. In the end, we do have something in common with one another, even if it's only a single point. Both of us are seen as "weirdos" by other people. Despite the fact that she detested being by herself, she made a vow to herself that she would never again talk to anybody else as she waited by herself for the bus, even though she knew it would drive her crazy. Someone else mentioned that it appeared like you had a lot on your plate recently. "Are you experiencing any problems?" What kinds of concepts do you have in your head? There is nothing seriously flawed about the manner that I was born and raised. After putting in a lot of effort during the day, I am just totally and thoroughly worn out. Just so you know, do you have any idea what happened to the bus? You have asked on two separate times whether or not it is possible to take the bus at this time. It would appear that you are in a rush at this moment." Please don't make light of the fact that I am so exhausted. Thank you. I'm giving it my best shot. She made the observation that "the darkness is creeping in." "All I really want to do is get back to my place and go to bed as quickly as I possibly can," she said. And he wasn't the only one who thought this way; another individual shared the same opinion as him. There is a well-known adage that says, "The sooner the bus arrives, the earlier we may retire to bed," and this saying is one that truly holds true. Agatha could only react by nodding her head since she was at a loss for words. She pretended to check the clock on her phone while actually looking to see if the bus was coming down the street in the direction she was heading. It is possible that there is still some time... You have to admit, that's quite the view, don't you think? After heaving a breath of relief, Agatha shifted her focus back to the person who had initially drawn her interest. “Hum?” He surrounded him in his arms and said something about "the night" before giving him a kiss as a farewell. It's pouring rain outside right now. There are a lot of problems and concerns that haven't been resolved yet, and all of them are lingering around in the chilly night air. A multitude of surprises that are concealed from curious observers and illuminated in the purest possible manner. Her perspective was that there was an inordinate amount of uncertainty in the situation. He had a voice that was rough and silky at the same time, which was an interesting combination. As the night wore on, Agatha became increasingly anxious about something. It was of the utmost importance to her that she get away from him as soon as possible. To put it another way, it offers those of us who are Nightborn a clean slate upon which to build our lives. Before the sun rises and compels us to go back into the darkness once more, this is the time of day when we go out and make the most of the freedom of being able to travel anywhere we want to go. When do you feel the most content in your life? Minds that are naturally inquisitive are eager to find the solution to this puzzle. She let him know that she wasn't in the mood for discussion at the time by responding with the phrase "When I got a good night's sleep." Laughing, he said. The other person declared to me that I was lying and accused me of doing so by saying, "You are lying." As Agatha's anxiety level rose, she experienced an increase in both her heart rate and her rate of breathing. During this process, she held onto her umbrella with an even tighter hold. "Excuse me, but I just don't grasp this," the speaker apologised. "For What Purpose?" For having deceived about an important matter? Now that we are adults, I believe we are in a position where we can get away with telling some fibs every once in a while. She looked at the person in front of her, then turned her gaze to the street in front of her. It is not obvious what it was that he was attempting to achieve. The crap is going on with that bus already; what exactly is going on? The guy offered her comfort by assuring her that everything will turn out all right. In terms of myself, I am the one who has lied to you as well. I apologise. We implore you to kindly make it possible for the bus to arrive at its destination... "Are you certain in your assertion?" He turned his back to face the street when she gave him a nod of approval, which she did. As he turned his back on her and went away, Agatha heaved a breath of relief into her lungs. He stated that the middle of the night was not the time of my birth. It goes without saying that you weren't serious about it, as that is totally ridiculous. It feels more like I was escorted out of the night because it couldn't take much more than it had already taken, if anything. The night simply could not maintain its composure any longer. "I think that you might argue that my methods are on the more severe side," he said. As a direct result of this, she took the decision to ignore him and pretended that she was too weary to talk to him about it. Should she fail to urge him to keep battling, there is a possibility that he will give up. After a short pause, they picked up where they left off with their talk. She felt such gratitude that she really welcomed the rain and prayed that the remainder of the time she had to wait would be a peaceful one. She was very thankful. The guy then completed his spin and resumed his previous position, this time facing her once again.