Raindrops sprinkled the side windows of the bus in motion, leaving diagonal streaks.

They turned into dots, numerous crystals sparkling under the light, displayed beautifully to the public, created a fine artwork on the window. 

You tried to touch them but was separated by the cold glass substance.  

Those transparent jellies gathered with their friends. Sometimes they looked like streams and rivers, while other times they looked like tree trunks and branches. 

You got off the bus, holding tightly to your umbrella. 

The sky was grey in colour. 

The crossroad, the plant, and the people, they were all blurred in sight.

The whole world was in black and white in your eyes.

You were just sinking back into pointless contemplation while watching the sky releasing a downpour of raindrops the size of peas. 

It was so abnormal to have such high precipitation in winter.

Although you had an umbrella, the drops still pounded down on your body, each one pierced your skin like a frozen needle.

The raindrops acted like the sleet, enveloped by its coldness. 

But somehow, you couldn't feel the pain anymore. 

Because nothing was more painful than your heart, who was already in a disastrous state. And it seems like needles were piercing through your heart as well.

This world is so suffocating and depressing, it should not be like this. 

Your head feels dizzy.

It has been so long since you experienced winter, and you never liked them. 

Sehun would never let you go through winter back in the world that you two shared, he knows very clearly that you hate the cold, and you hate it causing a threat to your precious roses.  

Called you a spoiled brat but that's the influence of Sehun's love to you. 

You rushed to the rose garden. 

93 days, 10 hours, 38 minutes and 27 seconds. 

93 days of Sehun's absent. 

93 days of zero breeze from Sehun.

93 days of heartbreak.

93 days of hell. 

If it's not the ring that you're wearing, everything must just be your illusion. 

Every day you would go to the rose garden, staring at the ring absentmindedly, and of course, at the roses. 

You would spend the whole day there, enjoying the breeze that was created by your ring, watching how they swayed elegantly under the effect of the wind. 

You're glad that you could still use your power in the mortal world. 

The power from Sehun. 

And here's the only place that reminds you of him. 

You noticed there were raindrops of all sizes that defied gravity while managing to cling to precarious perches.

They were like fulgent diamonds, glittering under the dim light.

The coruscating light sparkled over your heart, it somehow made you felt less lonely. 

That's the only moment you like raining. 

And you remembered you used to dislike them. 

"Sehunnie, I don't like the rain, there must be other ways to water the whole garden, right?" You pouted while playing with his fingers.

Both of you were sitting in the garden, with you laying on his embrace. 

"I'm sorry, baby, your roses need a good drench of water. Just watering is not enough for them to keep their vibrant colour." Sehun gazed at you gently with so much adoration and with his crescents eyes showed again. He let you play with his fingers, and observed how your delicate, cute, tiny fingers held his.

He loves everything as long as it's your touch. 

"But the rain will wreck them!" You jerked your head to look at him directly with a frown that you didn't realize yourself holding. 

Sehun laughed at how cute your current expression was, you just like a cute little kitten who was ready to attack. 

"No, it won't happen if I'm here." He used his slender fingers to rub away your frowns before tapping your cute nose. 

"But I don't like the rain flicked through my body......" You pouted again grabbing his forefinger before acted you were about to bite at it. 

"Trust me, you're going like them." His smiles were even deeper as he let you do whatever to him, watched you bit lightly to his finger and observed your expression. You were just like a cute little tiger. 

He then held your cheeks by his palms, sending you the warm sensations. 

The warmth which only the God of Wind himself could give out. 

He always treated you like his most precious yet fragile diamond of the world. 

He held you so close to him. And he looked directly into your eyes through the crescents of his.

You trusted him in an instant. 

And you loved the rain already, even before he showed them to you. 

The sky was neon-blue and vibrant. 

The clouds were frail and angel-white. They were carried on a light, ruffling breeze. 

A misty rain fell. It was as frail as a Scottish smirr and its misty dew felt like warm butter melting on a face. As it fell, it unlocked the glassy fingers of winter's frosty fist, one by one. 

The clouds obliged and the rain descended in little gleam-drops of silver. If you were to stand in the meadow, the drops would feel as sparkly and effervescent as champagne bubbles hitting your skin. 

The sound of the rain was a harmonic thrumming, nature's white noise. 

Silver trickles of water seeped into the soil, renewing the life-roots of the plants beneath. 

Roses slowly unfurled in the meadows and rippled like coral arms at low tide. 

A homely, baked-earth smell rose from the land as it was washed and cleansed by the dewy tears of the rain. 

Petrichor, the smell of the first rains after a dry spell, rose like a miasma. 

It was a jasmine-and-gingerbread fragrance, warm and fresh, and it laved the land with sweetness.

Just as sweet as how Sehun taste. 

You took a watering can and watered the roses; despite they were absorbing the rain currently. 

You only feel home when you're watering the roses. 

For the breeze is your drug.

And you are addicted to Sehun. 

If only you realized it much sooner. 

If only, he's here.

If only. 

"It seems like talking to the ring by yourself has become your new habit." 

You looked up and saw Baekhyun. 

You ignored him as usual.

Everyone knows you come here every day, so as he.

Since that day, you distanced yourself from him. 

Actually, not just him, but the others as well. 

There's a huge contrast, you realized, apart from the rose, you no longer know how to get along with people, normal human.

It made you question yourself.

What are you?

Who are you?

You've made a mistake. 

This is not your home.

"Jinhee, as your brother, I am by your side ever since you're just a toddler. Honestly, I'm really happy to have you as my foster sister."

That was the moment when you figured he has fetched you home already when you were so deep in your thought. 

Now you two were standing at the front door in front of your house. 

"It upsets me to see you suffered from those dreaded emotions for nearly your whole life." He looked at you, your eyes were emotionless like always, like they were dead inside. 

They will only be lively if they're staring at the rose. 

"I just want to let you know that it's okay to not be okay, you're not facing the blackhole alone because you still have me."

You didn't understand why everyone keeps telling you that you're not okay. You're perfectly fine when you're with Sehun. 

"And from now on, let me stay by your side, not as your brother, but as your man."

With that, he bent down to kiss your lips, without giving you time to process everything. 

You pushed him away instantly in reflex. 

You couldn't take this, you're so angry at him kissing you out of the blue without telling and asking you first.

Sehun would never do that. 

And in fact, you found out you never loved Baekhyun. 

He is not Sehun.

He will never be.

But just when you were about to rage at him, the winter sky suddenly turned dark and vengeful.

Steaming shrouds of cloud coiled and writhed. Then an unearthly caterwauling sound filled the air. 

The wind whipped up into a frenzy. It was a shrieking, keening omen of the carnage to follow. 

The clouds raced across the sky, thrumming with the charged energy they were desperate to release. It started with big, sopping drops of moisture. 

They were wild and indiscriminate, plump missiles of mass destruction that splattered onto the soft soil, which turned the topsoil into slushy goo. 

The wind was howling like some horror movie opener. 

The trees creaked, screaming as their limbs strained against the onslaught. 

You took a few involuntary steps backwards and scrambled for your front door as it banged against the wall in chaotic booms. 

This time you could feel the real sleet hitting on you, but just a few.

While you could see there was a bunch of hailstones in tennis ball size, they drove themselves spitefully onto Baekhyun, like the raining rocks, attacking him so mercilessly and ruthlessly, made him cry so loudly in agony.

Everything came so suddenly. 

This extreme weather was so abnormal, this should not happen in cold weather.

Unless......

Your heartbeat accelerated when you thought of one thing in particular. 

It made you became so agitated, disquiet and desperate at once.

Until you really saw the man,

who you were dying to see in the last 93 days.