Into The Rain With You

Later that evening, I found myself at home, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I didn't know what I was looking for—some sign that everything would be okay, maybe. But all I saw was the same guy who had been pretending to have it all together for years.

Who am I really?

The question had been floating in my mind ever since that conversation with Haruka. And it was a question I had been avoiding for so long because I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. What if I didn't like the person I found? What if the person I really was wasn't enough?

I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

Maybe I wasn't ready to find the answer just yet.

But I couldn't keep avoiding it forever.