Notebook rain
It was a rainy morning in Seoul. As usual, I sat in the corner of the classroom, holding the worn notebook that always accompanied me. Every page was a note about him—the one whose name I had never spoken. But today, the notebook was soaked with rainwater, and for the first time, I saw something that had never been there before: a message written on the last page, as if I had written it myself.
"Don't let the rain stop you. There is something bigger waiting for you."
Who wrote this? I don't even remember writing it.
It was the beginning of a secret that would change my life.
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