Silent surging love

Amidst the deafening roar both inside and outside the cabin, the plane finally touched down.



The sky outside the porthole was gloomy, raindrops falling steadily like an endless string of pearls, as if they would never cease.



Suddenly, Rachel recalled that rainy August years ago, the steady pitter-patter outside, the persistent patter within.



Three full days and nights.



Back then, she couldn't quite distinguish between confusion and infatuation.



In the end, she was the first to leave, yet she couldn't forget that love.



"What are you looking at? Have you been away for years or what?" Lauren yawned dismissively, tossing a piece of gum into her mouth.



Rachel's thoughts snapped back. She casually replied, "Five years."