"Mia, can we talk?" I looked at him and then smiled.

"We're talking."

“Mia,”

"Speak up because when the rain stops I'm leaving and I might not be able to wait for what you have to say."

"What happened to you, and how are you?" He asked me one question after another. Only now did I notice that he fled even more. Even as he matured, his frailty appeared more. Maybe because she dressed more formally than before.

“I'm fine, and if you ask what happened to me, the answer is that nothing happened to me. I am still whole and continue to fight.” He looked at me from head...