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It was a grey day, the rain hasn’t stopped and through the window we could look at the droplet without getting wet.

Even though we were inside, we could feel the drops in our skin, the memories were so vivid that we could feel our heart ache in pain.

The past was not over… what we did was still alive in the memories of the rain.

We were inside a big house, it was cold, we had to be close to each other to keep warm, and it felt like outside could be warmer than surrounded by the dark walls.

The frustration of knowing that even if we broke the window glass we still couldn’t reach the rain.

We didn’t know why we couldn’t leave that house... there was no one, it was abandoned but we were bound to it.

Were we alive or dead? Were we ghosts? We didn’t know…

We saw people pass by but no one ever saw us, we screamed but no one heard…

We were bound to despair…

I walked through every room of this huge, dark house, I imagined how splendid it was when people lived here and made me wonder what happened that now was dead…

Did I die with this house? Did I used to live here? Do I have some connection with this place?

What about my companion? Did he used to live here too? Why can’t we remember?...

 Did I ever sleep? I think I do sometimes and in those dreams see what life is used to be...Does he remember like I do? He never says a word...

The roof is leaking in one room, a room the is covered of bookshelves, that maybe one of us use to read, now if I wish to read one, they turn into dust.

We are looking through the window, observing how the rain is pouring outside, he walks away from me, walking slowly towards the door, he opens it but doesn't step out, it seemed like he couldn't, he falls in his knees and I just watch him from behind.

Who are we? Who were we?...For now we are just lost souls...

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So today had nothing really I wanted to discuss about it...so for now I am just sharing this random short story I felt like writing when I was suppose to be searching for information for a assignment :p...unfortunately I was interrupted when I was inspired and well that is the result of when I am interrupted, the story is ruined sniffs ;_;