That dawn, as drizzling rain slammed against the glass of the closed window, strange movement took place in Kai's room.
On his bed, he lay on his back, his arms crossed behind his head, his eyes closed. "Do I need to counter back when someone tries to bully me there?" he whispered, then gasped softly.
He cracked his eyes open, stared at the drops streaking down the other side of the glass, then looked back at the shadowy being standing by the left side of his bed.
"I have to try so I don't hurt anyone," he said. Something like a smile appeared on the being's face. Kai stood up, walked to the window, then opened it.
Chilled air blasted him, wetting his face, neck, and chest. "This weather is good," he said, smiled, then placed his palms on the window stool.
As the cold air kept snaking through his hair, the face of a blue-haired lady resurfaced in his mind. The face of Ayra, his mother.
