She breathed as fast as she was pulled into the airport, paid the driver and ran to the departing port with all her belongings. She's leaving. Leaving away from her hell. She stood in the middle of the departure hall, all her memories flashed back, frame by frame.

she embraced the silence around her. her body tingled, as the gentle raindrops touched her fragile skin. with no music playing, she danced about, in the rythm of the rain. she felt content, having only the rain, the gentle mud caressing her toes, and the soft grass tickling her with every step. surely, this is bliss.

having nothing to care about, she felt free. no, they can’t stop her. her gentle craving for the raindrops always pulled her away. her peers always watched her, as she danced around, attempting to catch every raindrop.

this is the only time she felt sure of herself. constantly, she’d feel hesitant of herself, and find it hard to see something perfect in this world. only in the rain, she felt ecstasy. in the rain, she saw no blemish.

it was perfect.

in the rain, she could cry, and no one would know. it remained her secret, only shared with the ruthless clouds. she cried for the clouds, as if they were one, as if she can feel it’s pain. only then, she would feel cleansed, and would be able to face the cruel, imperfect world once more.