Chapter 2: When it was raining...
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3 months ago......
When we used to live in Italy, those days were just beautiful. I can't forget them. Because In school I was popular for my writing skills. Rome, the capital of Italy, was my birthplace. On a rainy day, I was born on the 14th of February in 2005. Usually, my family members used to celebrate my birthday in Italy. After moving to Ottawa in Canada nothing is normal as it used to be, things just got messed up. Everyone is busier than before. You know money can't buy happiness. Leave these things as it is. I know I can't change this situation.
On 2nd October, it was Sunday and my favorite day of the whole week because it's a weekend day. After waking up in the morning, I had my breakfast and then sat down on the floor thinking about how to write my next novel. Suddenly, I remember that there is no page left to write in my notebook. So I went to a stationery shop near my house. I bought 3 cute notebooks. When I was stepping out of the store, I suddenly bumped into a tall boy who was wearing a black hoodie and had put on a mask. So I didn't get any chance to see his face, but our eyes met, and he winked at me and then ran away. I was thinking about and waiting for the green light so that I could cross the road. The weather wasn't very good, and it was about to rain, I forgot to bring an umbrella with me. It started raining lightly, so I started to run while crossing the road and a car was coming towards me suddenly someone pulled my hand. I tripped over him and our eyes met, it was the same guy with whom I bumped into a while earlier. His blue hair and black eyes were so amazing that I couldn't help myself from staring at him. Then he waved his hands and we stood up. We were getting wet. He put his jacket around me which he was holding in his hands and walked me home. It took 2 minutes to walk me home, but we didn't even talk. He took my phone from my hand and gave me his i********: account. I looked at my phone then I looked straight, and he was nowhere to be found, he had just disappeared. That night I couldn't help myself thinking about him. Then I grabbed my phone and knocked on him saying thanks for helping me today. Then we chatted for hours, his name was Nehshal. But he was kinda introverted and didn't tell me anything about his family or himself. I also didn't ask...
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