His pale voice passes by you. You want him to call your name again. You're standing still frozen under the moonlight as it rains. He takes one step toward you. Dark night, only the moonlight shined on your face and his. Luca...Your classmate who was quiet and observant was in front of you, holding his umbrella as it was raining.

"You're going to get sick."

You shouldn't get used to this but you are used to this...