While washing his bloody hand there was a name Yain in his hand , as if etched into his very thoughts.
He was never born to be a criminal… but destiny carved a path he could not escape
He was running late for the library, the rain soaking his hair and clothes. Each step splashed puddles around him, and the wind tugged at his jacket.
As he rounded a corner, he noticed a girl sitting on the wet pavement.
She was huddled over a small cat, her hands shielding it from the rain. The way she gently rested her palm on the tiny creature—it made him pause. Something inside him stirred. His heart skipped. He felt as if her simple, caring gesture had touched his soul.
Without thinking anything he move towards her and gently put umbrella towards her.
He slowed, catching his breath, . She looked up, and for a brief moment, their eyes met."She looked like the first snow after a long winter, a rainbow after the rain, a lake shimmering in the morning sun—pure, serene, and unforgettable."
Her gaze was soft, curious, and warm. She smiled at him, a quiet, knowing smile, and the rain seemed to fade around them. His heartbeat thundered in his chest.He felt like she just touched his soul her beautiful smile just killed him,was unable to ask anything this introvert guy couldn't say anything.
He wanted to stay. He wanted to step closer, to speak, to make the moment last. But the library was calling, and time would not wait. With one last glance, he ran again, puddles splashing beneath his hurried steps.
It was a movement heaven was looking for..
She brushing raindrops from her hair, and watched him go. There was something in him that felt different—special.
She smiled to herself, lost in her own little world, thinking it might have been their first and last encounter. But destiny, as always, had other plans.
It was not just an ending. It was the beginning of a story—a story where every page was steeped in mystery, and every heartbeat had its meaning.
Later that day, she too was rushing. Her exam awaited, and she hurried to the library. She reached for a book on a high shelf. Being short and a little clumsy, she accidentally knocked over a stack of books. They tumbled to the floor with a loud crash. Panic surged through her, but strong hands were there instantly, steadying the books.
It was him. The same boy she had noticed that morning, the one whose smile had lingered in her thoughts. Their eyes met again, and the world seemed to pause. She could feel her heartbeat echoing in her chest, a rhythm she had never felt before.
She saw his name in his diary which was lying down Ren his name was Ren
And just like that, a story began. Which heaven himself never wanted to end.
Both looking at eachother without saying anything but there eyes speak louder than there words.
And this is a story where fate itself cried.