beneath the moonlit night

along a certain alley, there stood a little boy glancing at his feet. he noticed that the puddles would be reaching for him soon. this kid did not dare to move. he watched as the rim of the puddle grew closer to him. trickles of rain poured on top of his umbrella having that distinct drop repeat itself for several times. alas, the puddle finally reached him. his feet was soaked, yet he did not mind. he just stared into the eyes of his reflection. he bore his eyes unto himself. there was definitely something different. he shifts his gaze towards the rest of himself. definitely.

the child vanished.


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