The city blurred past in streaks of red and gold, distorted by raindrops splattered across the bus window. Each drop clung to the glass before trailing downward in winding paths, merging with others and disappearing into the endless cycle of movement.
The glow of taillights from the surrounding traffic painted the droplets in fleeting colors, but the sky told a different story. It was darkening at an unsettling pace, swallowing what little warmth the evening had left.
Jihoon rested his forehead against the cool windowpane, his breath fogging the glass. His eyes followed the running droplets, hoping their rhythm would calm the storm brewing in his chest, but his thoughts refused to settle.
Throughout the day, he hadn't been able to focus on anything. His mind kept circling back to a dreadful thought, wrapping around him like an invisible chain.
'What if something like that happens again?'
