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Even now, long after that day, the memory makes my heart drop to the floor. The day it rained, the day you left this world by your own hand. Because of that, I'm still terrified whenever the sound of rain rings in my ears. I already knew your father was strict with you. I knew he didn't hesitate to use violence. But whenever that topic came up, your brow would furrow and thorny words would spill from your pretty lips, so I avoided the subject. Was that a foolish thing to do? After a day that seemed like any other, you took your own life on a rainy evening. In a life that was so agonizingly ordinary, the only thing that changed was your existence, but for me, it was fatal. I felt like I was going insane. I lived every day like a wreck. It was especially bad on rainy days. The sound of rain, which I could hear even when I covered my ears, drove me mad. While spending those days in despair, I woke up one day to find I had returned to the past. To the days when you were still alive. I had to live through days without knowing exactly what date it was, and that routine brought me nothing but confusion. But that confusion didn't matter. You, alive before my eyes, were what mattered most. I had to save you. No matter what. So, I tried to involve myself deeply in the dark parts of your life. Perhaps you were trying to defend yourself, because whenever that subject came out of my mouth, you would frown and glare at me with sharp eyes. But I couldn't back down because I had to save you. I will save you, no matter what, so we can live through the future days we never got to see together.