He was soaking wet before he realized what he was doing. The rain poured down unrelenting, and he looked up at this point and people were staring at him. But he was in shock, he felt sick. He admitted to it, the blue man said he killed the girl. Plain and simple he always thought it was real but now he knew for sure. The other people couldn't have been more wrong, and they kept watching his videos. Using them to fall asleep to, wrapped in an imagined blanket, and it was only him who had to deal with everything else in life. The picture of the blue mans face and all that fear was frozen in his mind. He knew he felt bad, but he didn't understand why he did it, or had to do it? Fuck, his cigarettes were soaked, and now he was shivering, he didn't even know where he was going. A woman at the bus stop offered him an umbrella, but it didn't help he was shaking, and his energy was low. He thought about a
soup
his mom used to make, it was strange a chicken chili with lime and even jalapenos when they could find them. He felt warmer just thinking about it. He thought about that one shop the pho where was that again, he turned to the left and realized where he was. It was right there. He asked if they had student meals, they said they could give him a discount. He sat and waited. The soup came fast, and he just sat there staring into it, his face reflected off the floating fat droplets and pieces of vegetables. He just breathed in the broth. The blue mans video played in the background. "Coming down on a sunny day". He was twisting and gyrating and twirking, and peoples reactions were floating across the screen, lol, hearts, I love the rain. He sat with his soup and sobbed, eat the soup once he calmed down and it cooled enough. In walked the postal guy from before. "Hey you dropped this."
Abraham Kim