Love of Umbrella

I heard the sound of rain outside the class. I sighed.

“I can’t go home…” I mumbled.

“Why?” he asked me.

“I don’t bring my umbrella…”

“I bring mine. You can use it.”

“Eh? What about you?”

“We can go home together, right?”  He smiled at me.

I heard the sound of thumping in my heart. I didn’t know what it was but it seemed like butterflies were in my stomach. 

I nodded shyly. “Hmm…”

I heard the sound of the rain around me.
Ten years had passed since that day, but I still held his blue umbrella. 

I walked toward him. “Hi, how are you?” I greeted him.

He kept silent.  

I bent my knees. “Thank you for being my umbrella these past ten years. I miss you.”

RIP
Victor Andreas
1 July 1985 - 17 March 2002

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