Chapter Forty-Two

So that was how love felt like. 

For Sane, it felt like he was floating in thin air as he could feel the soft dripping of the rain against his skin. Drip drip. The non-existent rain felt cold against his skin, but it was the kind of cold that was comforting. It also felt like the breeze, that felt cold and warm at the same time, was embracing his whole being as he felt the butterflies in his stomach, filling the empty gaps he didn’t know existed. It was even amusing because the girl was wearing a mask that was shaped like a butterfly. It seemed like she was the butterflies herself. When he heard those words from the girl, a tear escaped from his right eye, and he would never forget the sensation that he felt as it rolled down his cheek.