S A R A

People say that rain carries a hint of melancholy.

Really?

The thunder growling, the sky turning dark, a gentle breeze caressing your skin, and then, suddenly, the rain comes crashing down.

It shouldn't be a bearer of sadness. At least, not in my eyes because....

It's euphoric.

It's peaceful.

I gaze upward, the night sky covered in dark clouds, intensifying its darkness.

I walk through the rain-soaked streets. My sturdy boots keep in step with the rhythmic dance of raindrops while I observe people hurrying around me. I can barely see anyone's face, concealed beneath a sea of umbrellas.

No matter how late at night you wander the streets of New York, you'll always find yourself immersed in a bustling crowd of people, each with their own distinct destinations. After all, it's the city that never sleeps.

My steps come to a halt as a small figure perched at the corner of the street catches my attention. It's an adorable little cat with innocent eyes that scan its surroundings. I notice a gentle shiver run through its tiny body. But the spot it's standing in provides some shelter, shielding it from the raindrops.

I know it's probably the dumbest thing to do, standing still in the middle of a crowd, risking being knocked over by the rush of people. But in that moment, all I want is to stand there, gazing at the fragile figure before me. With slow steps, I approach the cat, lowering myself to its level. Slowly, I run my fingers through its soft fur, realizing that it is merely a young kitten.

"Hey there, Are you lost?" I whisper, smiling at the adorable creature. Its innocent eyes look up at me, as if asking for more gentle strokes on its soft fur. "You know what? You are so cute."

There's something so magical about these tiny, cute creatures that just makes you want to spend the whole day admiring them. No matter how rough your day has been or what kind of mood you're in, they have a way of bringing a smile to your face with their absolutely adorable faces.

Their cute and playful actions, along with their innocent charm can melt away any stress or worries that may be weighing you down. It's as if they have this innate understanding of how to bring joy into our lives, reminding us of the simple pleasures and the beauty that exists in the world.

I continue to stroke its fur, when a sound of footsteps interrupts me. I glance to the side, my eyes following the path of the approaching shoes until they come to a halt right next to me. With a slight tilt of my umbrella, I raise my gaze, and there, my eyes lock onto a pair of eyes gazing at the cat.

A sudden stillness envelops my heart.

Those piercing gray eyes.... They are empty, almost as if they were devoid of emotions, leaving no trace to understand him even for a bit.

They are cold. Just like Ice.

I stare at those mesmerizing gray eyes, which don't even bother to meet mine. He leans in and reaches out to the cat, offering it food.

His hair is impeccably styled; he is dressed in formal attire, but I'm not paying much attention to the details. I don't even get a proper glimpse of his face because those eyes alone have this hold on me that makes it impossible for me to look away.

"Meow"

I turn my gaze toward the cat.

Oh! Thank you for bringing me back to reality.

My gaze returns to the man. My grip tightens on the handle of my umbrella as I realize that this time those eyes are fixed on me. But in an instant, they shift away and he glances at the cat once again.

I swiftly stand up and observe him feeding the cat. His face disappears from my sight, as it's shielded by the umbrella above his head.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was your cat. I thought it was a stray..."

"It is," He cuts me off, his tone slightly curt. "I'm not the owner either," he confirms, his gaze still fixed on the cat as it finishes its meal.

Without even acknowledging my presence, he calmly walks away, heading towards the nearby car. I watch in silence as he drives away, disappearing from my sight.

I glance back at the adorable kitten, its innocent gaze fixed on me.

"Don't give me those eyes. What you want ain't happening," I mutter.

But those eyes persist, almost knowing they hold sway over me. "I told you, I can't take you along," I insist, attempting to walk away, yet something holds me back.

I turn to face the kitten again. "You truly have no one?"

It simply gazes back at me. "I'm really busy. I don't have time to take care of you." I explain.

But it keeps on staring at me.