You wait in the hard rain, waiting for just something, anything, or maybe just nothing. Usually, it would be just nothing. Once in a while, something out of the blue happens and, sometimes, you’d just find yourself dozing off. And occasionally, the clouds would disperse, and a bit of sunshine would brighten your day.
Today, however, you see something—someone standing in the cold—unfazed by the droplets falling from the sky. It’s a girl around your age but, as the girl turns her faze from the dark clouds above to staring at you who sits on the swing, you know the girl is way past her years. The sorrow in her eyes tell you everything you need to know.