It was just noon when she decided to go out and check if the laundry was already done. It has been scorching hot these past few hours, and in this kind of heat it would be impossible for the clothes not to dry really soon.
Upon embarking her way out, she got caught by a breeze that’s been lurking around the whole place. Incongruous, yet cognizant. She couldn’t tell if it had been there for a long time now, but one thing is for sure. Just the mere presence of it gives her the chill. It’s as if it’s warning her of something dreadful that is yet to come.
As soon as she reached the part of the house where the laundry hang, clouds started to compress above her and poured tremendous amounts of rain. Before she knew it, the clothes were already soaking wet. She had no other options left but to pick each one of them up and run as fast as she could.
And ran, she did. She held on steadfastly; ignoring the trips, the fall, the rain. But no matter how hard she tried the rain won’t just stop. It fell even harder and colder each time. Harder, colder. The droplets seemed like blocks of ice piercing through the core of her existence, and she couldn’t do anything but watch it slowly being broken form a distance.
Soon thereafter, she was able to pick all the clothes and have them washed again. She hanged them up in a corner a few minutes later, and placed near the electric fan to dry. But she…she remained in that poor sordid state. The droplets of water pierced her intensely; leaving her wet, cold, broken…and no electric fan could ever dry it out…
Don’t be cold
to someone you care about.
Indifference hurts
more than angry words…
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