Chapter ninety eight

The next morning, Adrian woke rather early, staring out at the window, as the rain fell on, seeming not to stop. It cast cold blankets everywhere even with the windows closed, trickles of rain running down the glasses.

The rain had stopped for a while in the middle of the night, but had started up again, just as the clock struck four.

Outside the window were the shimmering, but blurred street lights casting lovely shadows on the sidewalks. If the day was plagued with that much rain, would it be a good day? For a reason Adrian couldn't comprehend; whenever a day started out with rain, it always felt like a bad day.

About two hours later, it stopped raining, and Adrian took a warm bath. Just right as he stepped out of the bathroom in his bathrobe, a knock appeared on the door, and he went to it. It was Sophie.

“Good morning.” She said, with a bright smile. She stared at his wet hair, and her grin broadened. “It seems I'm right on time.” She shoved a pair of clothes into his hands.

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