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The droplets of rain pattered on my windows, making me feel even more dreary. I just couldn't understand why I was feeling this way. It's not like, he was going eat me, in fact, I have nothing to do with him. Still, there was some weird feeling that I just couldn't shake off. Closing my eyes I retraced my memory when I saw him in the morning. His condition was really bad, covered by all sorts of the machine, oxygen all that. It surprises me that it makes me feel bad. Why does it? I mean, I hate him. I am supposed to hate him, right? Then how does it matter if he's hurt or not? I don't care. Do I? I felt strong hands wrap around me and a soft kiss on my head. "Ju?" I muttered. "Yes," He replied, sitting beside me on the small couch by the window. "Hi, I didn't see you coming," I sa