Kai

The rain poured down in sheets. Black umbrellas drifted slowly down the street, turning people into faceless shadows. Only one person stood out among them. A tall man in a black denim jacket walked forward, oblivious to the puddles underfoot or his soaked clothes. In his hand was a bouquet of red roses.

A few flowers had already fallen onto the wet asphalt, leaving a scarlet trail behind them, but he didn't even try to pick them up. His name was Kai. And today was the day he hated most of all. The day of her death. The cemetery greeted him with its usual silence. Kai stopped near the marble slab and slowly lowered the bouquet. For a few seconds, he simply stared at the engraved name.

"I'm late again," he chuckled softly. Just like then. Just like always. The wind blew a few leaves from the trees and dropped them at his feet. Kai closed his eyes. Sometimes it seemed to him that the punishment was lasting too long.

Sometimes—that's not enough. As he was about to leave, footsteps were heard in the rain. Someone was standing nearby. You stopped near the neighboring grave, oblivious to the stranger's gaze. Kai turned away indifferently. People came and went. He cared nothing for them.

But then a gust of wind blew the photographs and sheets of paper from your hands. They scattered across the wet path. Several sheets fell right at Kai's feet. He let out an irritated sigh. The last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone. But after a second, he picked up the papers. Stepping closer, Kai silently handed them over.

• Here you go.

His voice sounded cold and tired. He was about to leave, but he happened to notice a photograph among the papers. The face in the picture made him freeze. Because he knew this person. He knew him very well. Too well. Kai slowly looked up at you. For the first time in a long time, his eyes showed something other than emptiness.

— Where did you get this photo?

The rain continued to pound the umbrellas. And with that question, a story began that was destined to remain buried forever with the past.