Hello, I'm a newbie at decorating. After reading, you can give your comments. This is a first story. It might not be very good. But the next story will be better. Thank you for reading. Criticism from everyone. Thank you very much.

"Rainy season" season of moisture growth and the season of wetness And of course many people don't like the rainy season, one of them is me.

"Sigh..it's rainy season again? Really bored?"

"It's cool, you. Why don't you like it?"

"I don't know, I don't like wet things. Also, I don't like raincoats. It makes you look bad when you wear it."

"Oh dear, one day I'll make you like this season, haha."

"I'll wait for that day, beautiful mother."

Yes, my boyfriend and I like different seasons. And I had no idea that that conversation would be the last conversation between me and my beloved boyfriend.

Bang!! The sound of gunfire rang out in the middle of the park. My girlfriend's body fell in front of me. Yes, some idiot came and fired a gun at his enemy. Until it caused my girlfriend to die. I held her body in my arms and speak to her

“Baby, we will get through this together. You have a strong heart. I'll call an ambulance for you."

"M..M...don't...have to...or..do...that..love.. I think...it's.....time...and...and........"

"Why..you, you, you!!! Answer me."

My girlfriend died under my embrace in the pouring rain. It was an event that I will never forget for even a second.

At my boyfriend's funeral Both my parents' side and my girlfriend's side. Came to give encouragement and say that it will pass. That didn't help me one bit. It made me feel even more guilty for not being able to help my boyfriend's parents' daughter.

"Why! Why, why didn't you take that bullet that day? Or ask her out on a date. If it's like that She probably survived."

I said through tears while holding a cutter knife firmly in his hand I had at least 150 cuts on both sides of my arm. To punish myself for not being able to keep you

“Hey, can you hear me? Do you remember that day? That you will make me like the rainy season. When you smiled that time Very cute."

I spoke to her gravestone through tears and rain. I often go to her grave with flowers.

Forget me not

The flowers you like to give every week and regularly tell her the things that happened that week Even though I will never see her face again But I secretly hope that you can hear it from the sky above.

"Miss, I like the rainy season. You won too. I'll go find you."

"Greg...Shit."

The sound of the knife cutting into the aorta on the left side of the young man's neck.

"Do you miss me? I'll come see you soon. We'll be happy together up there."

Those were the last words of a young man who committed suicide at his girlfriend's gravestone.