The Last Message
She texted him last time to clear his position about their relation. He stared at the message on his cell phone — mindlessly. While driving in the rain, he thought what to tell her as a reply? He remembered their first meeting on a stormy night at a train station. That night, the rain poured down, blurring out everything, and he saw her coming there; running and trying to protect her from the downpour in winter. Their eyes meet in a moment and the sky thundered. Today, it was raining again and a trolley and a car met an accident minutes before him. He, too, rushed into them — thundered.
