"I'm downstairs in your home. I have something to say to you."
Cathryn stood up on the bed all of a sudden. She threw the phone on the bed, hurried to the floor, and ran to the window. The curtain was carefully lifted, and sure enough, she saw from the street lamp and the sycamore trees, a tall, slender figure was looking up in her direction.
Cathryn shrank and drew her head back, and after a fluster of being chased and oppressed, a tiny sweetness rose inside her. She thought she was very close to hysterical and went back to sit down on the bed.
She saw earlier on TV with her parents that there would be a heavy rainfall tomorrow. Tonight, the dark clouds were thick, hanging over the sky of the city, and the hot air outside was wet and greasy. She felt like she was swimming frantically in a sauna house.
After long distress and worry, finally, she returned him a message.
"Will you go back, please?"
She didn't want to open up with Keith right now.