The rain quickly drenched her entire body, no longer shielded by anything.
From her hair to her clothes, soaked through.
The coat couldn't keep the cold out. She hugged her arms tightly, shivering uncontrollably.
This feeling reminded her of a time so long ago, when she was small and disobedient, punished by the orphanage director to stand in the wind—standing for hours.
The alcohol slowly dulled her mind, and in an instant, tangled fragments of memory wove into a dense net inside her head, suffocating her.
She had walked too many steps, her feet now aching.
Wet strands of hair stuck to her face, the rain pouring so heavily that she couldn't open her eyes.
"You lied to me. There's no tower, no stars, nothing at all…" her hands reached out blindly, flailing at empty air.
She stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Thud"—the impact sent jolts of pain through her, sharp and excruciating.
Her hands were scraped and raw, and as the rain soaked into the wounds, she gasped at the sting.
