Clutching the umbrella, she departed into the rain, fading away.

Raindrops seemed to pierce Leon’s chest, torment etched in every droplet.

Why!

A ceaseless cascade of ruin, depriving him of every blessing. Was isolation his sole destiny, devoid of life’s sweetness?

A car’s hum permeated the air from behind, but he remained unmoved. Whoever approached, he paid no heed.

A figure alighted, an umbrella extended, shielding him from the downpour.

and saw Lois

time no see,” Lois’ soft

splashed as she

umbrella’s shelter veiled them both, her attire

morning arrived, and Marcus

encountered “The Memory Loss Brain.” Contemplation led to decision, and the book met its end in the

an absence—her book had

had instructed the cleaner to dispose of

scoured every

I haven’t. Did

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