It rained today. The pouring rain endlessly soaked me as I stood there blankly. As if to make the drop in my grades feel real, the rainwater seeped into my exam paper. Becoming damp, I couldn't move and became like a piece of debris stuck to the spot. 'If your grades fall, you just have to pull them back up'—that's what they say. But my parents didn't think that way. They don't listen to excuses about mental health or anything else. I let them down. Again. This fact made me flounder in an endless puddle. I kept walking to escape that abyss. On and on and on. There was no way to know how far it stretched. People would laugh if I said this. Endlessly, endlessly, endlessly. My body felt heavy as if wet cotton was clinging to me. The sky was cloudy. So were the puddles. Everything within my sight was gloomy. And so, I decided to stop walking. .... Catching my breath. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. —? Suddenly, I couldn't feel the raindrops falling on me. Quite flustered, I turned around—

There you stood, tilting your umbrella toward me, getting soaked in the rain along with me.