The rain poured down in torrents.
Duanmu Huai and Wakaba Mutsumi sat in chairs beside the window, watching the curtain of rain outside. Under the streetlights, everything around them was pitch-black. Raindrops tapped against the glass, playing a chaotic rock song. Duanmu Huai drank his coffee while Wakaba Mutsumi held the Mango Juice beside her. Neither of them said a word.
But unexpectedly, this feeling wasn't bad.
Staring at the Mango Juice in her hands, Wakaba Mutsumi remained silent. She had never been fond of talking and was unwilling to deal with strangers. But beside Duanmu Huai, Wakaba Mutsumi felt very relaxed, because she could sense that Duanmu Huai was different from everyone else. He didn't care that much about her.
To be honest, this was actually easier for Wakaba Mutsumi.
Wakaba Mutsumi didn't really like being the center of attention, whether it was her classmates or her friends. Even if they only wanted to learn about her situation out of kindness, to Wakaba Mutsumi, it was still a kind of shackle. Sometimes, she truly wanted to escape from all of this and start over somewhere no one knew her.
That was why Wakaba Mutsumi had chosen heavy metal. She wanted to use it to vent her emotions and relieve her stress. Only when playing guitar could she feel the crushing weight of life, which made it hard for her to breathe, ease up. It was as if she were a drowning person surfacing for air, barely managing to take a breath.
But that was only a brief moment of peaceful respite. Soon, her studies at school, piano, ballet, acting, and even her mother's grating shriek would all become invisible shackles, dragging her back into the bottomless Abyss.
That was why Wakaba Mutsumi actually envied Duanmu Huai. He could do