She turns her eyes to the ceiling-to-floor window, watching carefully as the rain knocks it softly over and over. There is a muffled sound of thunder somewhere near, warning those people outside to immediately go home and stay there until the rain decides to pay a visit somewhere else.
She can feel the presence of the rain all over the room, as though the rain has somehow found a way to sneak in through the cracks on the wall.
Personally, she always loves rainy days. But not today.
Today is February 29th. In many countries up north, people probably are cuddling with their loved ones while drinking hot chocolate, trying their best to stay away from the cold. Not here. There is nothing but a dry, chilly wind during winter. And in summer, the weather can do a 180 in one day. You can wake up bathed in your own sweat and climb your bed later in the evening shivering from the cold weather. She cannot help but imagining the mountain of snow she used to have during winter back in Tokyo. So much has changed since those lovely simple days she used to have in her hometown.
Today is February 29th, the day when she turns 19. The digital clock on top of her night stand tells her that her birthday will be just another day in the past in one more hour, yet not a single pleasant thing happens to her right up to this moment.
One more hour, she thinks.
She refills her cup of chamomile tea and brings it over to the window. As she looks down to the swirling umbrellas in multiple colors down there, one hopeful thought crosses her mind.
Could there be one enormous change at the very last minute waiting for her?
She closes her weary, hazel eyes and sighs.
One can only hope.
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