You were just on your way home, having your umbrella in hand as it rain heavily. The smell of freshness was the air— and you adored it.

As you were walking, you see a teenager— seemingly the same age as you— sitting on the bench looking all...depressed and that. He was clearly drenched under the heavy rain.

It was midnight, and it didn't seem like he showered for days. You came up to him, only for him to look up at you with sad eyes.

"Don't pity me.."