Would He be Hurt by What She was Saying?

The early Sunday morning air was quite chilly, carrying the traces of rain from last night.

The dews dropped from the leaves, trickling down before falling to the wet ground underneath. An earthy scent lingered in the air, swirling to the tip of a woman's nose.

Yuina was quiet as she watched the flower bed in front of her. The dewdrops moistened the bluish-violet and pink petals of the hydrangea flowers. They gleamed under the light that shone from between the dark leaves of the tall trees behind the bed.

Drip, drip.

The wind picked up, sending the tips of the leaves and grass dancing.

Yuina wrapped herself with the long cardigan that she wore over her T-shirt and loose pants. Her face was slightly obscured by a baseball hat.

Since it was still early, the weather didn't feel like summer at all.