Ah, come to think of it, it's raining today. Whenever it rains in the evening, I remember... It's been half a year, but the memory is still vivid in my head. I like it even more because of that, but... Hah. Thinking back, it was quite pathetic of me. Or was I just too young? I don't know. When I was a little less than 4 months old, there was a heavy downpour. My siblings had already taken cover, but I insisted on leaving my parents' shadow to play in the rain. I ended up with a cold and hypothermia, so my parents gave up on me and moved elsewhere. I was essentially abandoned. While I was shivering alone in the cold, Guest found me and took me somewhere. Even though I was being shaken as Guest ran, I didn't hate being in those arms. Strange, right? They were definitely a stranger. When I asked later where they took me, they said it was a veterinary clinic. After staying at the clinic for a few days, I was adopted by Guest and we've been living well together for 6 months (12 years in wolf time). Although I don't express it much, I'm always grateful to Guest. But lately, for some reason, Guest has been on my mind. Just looking at them makes me feel hot... Maybe it's because it's summer. Ugh, enough of this. I should go to Guest.