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@hscharoen

The rain is an endless cascade, lasting for hours, overwhelming the small town with its quiet roar. It’s weather he loved since he was little, rainfall resembled song and it calmed him - on most days. For this reason, he bought obnoxious yellow rain boots and a large, clear umbrella made with cheap plastic. From underneath its cover, Daewon watched the torrent of raindrops fall and explode upon contact. It was soothing, the visual whimsical, amusing the five-year-old Daewon that existed somewhere inside. 

Normally he’d consider this perfect napping weather but he slept over ten hours last night, and also enjoyed a generous serving of cappuccino. After leaving the cafe he wandered a bit, partially uncaring but mostly unknowing. The streets were empty except for him, and her, a girl he didn’t know with honey-colored hair. She stood out, vibrant compared to the gray afternoon, and without an umbrella. Without slowing the rain poured, hammering into the concrete and rooftops. You learn to ignore pitiful sights in the city, there’s always a sad story to be told and at some point, the shock is worn away. Considering this, Daewon spun his umbrella. The droplets flew off in a spiral, and he thought: well, this isn’t Seoul.

@hsgijin 

Today, the sun burned alone in a bright sky. Salt stung his nose and the light, which rippled off the peaks of waves, reflected into his eyes. Good weather today, he had thought, the beach would be nice right now.

Daewon laid there, covered up to his neck in sand, a light blue sunhat ontop his head. Neighborhood kids are mostly harmless, so he doesn’t mind them, and being buried alive didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time. He squinted and, surely, he could wiggle himself out of this. But the lethargy of his body convinced him, no, he might as well stay. 

Until a line of small, dull-colored crabs marched his way. “Hello?” he greeted them, bemused as their small legs moved in tandem. They got closer, the little monsters hastening their pace as if they were soldiers on the attack. Only when one grabbed onto the rim of his sunhat did Daewon realize that, oh, there might be a problem. 

He tried to shake the crab off. Vigorously, he shook his head to no success. The other crabs scuttled closer and he, in a panic, looked down the beach to the closest person he could see. When he squinted, Daewon began to recognize the figure and called out to him in an attempt to escape death by crab - without moving, that is.