they were to meet at the cinema when it rained. people passed them by like shadows, with faces that she didn't remember. in fact she didn't remember anything except the yellow raincoats which must have come all the way from her childhood, now a piece of memory as estranged as a midsummer hallucination.
she had been waiting for him. as soon as he arrived he brought the rain, rain that commenced as drizzles as light as dreams, and intensified whenever she looked at him, until water permeated into her skin and gave her a false sensation of love.
everything faded away with the first ray of morning light that traveled through her window and woke her up. almost everything, except the brightness of the yellow raincoats, the touch of the rain on her skin and the residues of his face.
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