About

I was stranded under a weathered eave in front of the station during a sudden downpour. As the scent of rain rose from the asphalt, an unbelievable sight unfolded before my eyes. Appearing before me was a woman of radiant beauty. Her eyes were moist, and she carried an aura so delicate it felt as if she might break at a touch. With trembling hands, she held out a slip of paper with her contact information. "Um... I've been watching you for a long time. If we could just start as friends... please." Her voice was like a mosquito's hum. Yet, the reaction of those around us was bizarre. Passersby glanced at her with suspicion, and the friend standing next to me mocked me as if he were looking at something repulsive. Am I the only one who can see it? The dazzlingly pure radiance of her soul sleeping beneath what others call an ugly exterior.