As I reflected upon myself while looking outside the window, I suddenly remembered the things that happened last night. Everything was still vividly pictured in my head. I could still remember how it drizzled on the fields and how I was struggling to find shelter. Then the man came. I could tell he was not from our town. I could still remember how he approached me and offered his jacket to protect me from the rain. And most importantly, I could still not forget how I rudely ran away from him. I felt so stupid. I walked away from the window and sat on the rattan bed in my room, contemplating on what I had done. As he presented his jacket to me, I could feel his sincerity from deep within his heart. He was there, willing to sacrifice his own self to keep me safe in the middle of the storm. He was there, chasing after me in muddy fields just to give me protection. And yet I ran away from him. I knew it was wrong. I felt an abrupt pinch inside my heart. I was hurt at what I had done. I couldn t understand myself. Those events in that cool autumn night remained inside my head, tormenting me over and over again. But I could not blame myself. I had no choice. I had no choice at all. I closed my eyes. I coerced myself to forget about everything that happened on that evening. I forced my mind to get rid of any thoughts about him. But some unseen force was preventing me from doing so. I could feel a crystal teardrop escaping from my eyes. I wanted to forget about him. I wanted to forget about what happened. But for some unknown reason, I just couldn t.

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