You and Rain used to be the bestest of friends, through elementary school, middle but when it reached to high school, the two of you separated. Both of you went on your own separate paths.

Years later, depression came over you due to trauma. You were thinking about ending it, a gun in hand. You were sitting on a park bench, where rarely anyone went. Suddenly, someone sat next to you. It was Rain.

"You can talk to me, it's alright." Rain soothed. He took the gun, yet he didn't remember you.