“Daejung?”

“Hm?”

“It’s going to rain soon.”

“I know.”

“We should probably go inside.”

“We should.”

“I don’t want to go inside yet.”

“I figured.”

We sit in silence once again and I’m reminded of that rainy day. We were collecting the sunflower seeds then, saving them for spring. Now that I think of it, spring is closer than I thought. Time passes so quickly. I sigh, relieved.

Minutes pass and nothing changes. Daejung stays hugging his knees, I sit with my legs crossed. Both of our eyes are glued to the small white flowers, waiting. Neither seemed to know what we were waiting for.

It isn’t long before the rain finally starts to pour. It comes down, one by one, and we sit there, letting it fall. Slowly, the speed of the rain falling speeds up and it’s only a matter of seconds before we’re both completely soaked. By the time I want to move, I’ve already been frozen in my spot.

“I guess they did have a bit of life left in them,” Daejung says, a soft smile resting on his face. That was when I realized that the white flowers had turned transparent once again. My eyes widened, almost like the first time I had seen them. It didn’t matter how many times I saw it happen—I would never get tired of watching those small flowers transform from something beautiful to something extraordinary.

“I like how they disappear,” I blurt out after a moment of watching them under the rain. “The moment it starts to pour, the moment water touches their petals, they become more beautiful than they already were.” I pause and smile, “It’s nice to know that something can still be beautiful without it being there.”

“But it is there,” Daejung says. “It’s always been there.” I looked away from the flowers and at him, meeting his eyes. “Nothing is invisible, Jangmi. There are just some things people choose not to see. Some people may not see you, but that doesn’t make you invisible. He smiles again, “I see you, Son Jangmi,” he says, “and you are beautiful.”

I can feel my face turn red and I know it’s not from the cold air stinging my face. I turn away from Daejung, struggling to form a sentence. “Don’t say those things,” I mumbled. “People will get the wrong idea.”

“We’re the only two people here.”

“Oh. Right.”

He burst into laughter and I stared at him. It was the first time I had seen him laugh so hard, and I swear I had saw the sun right at that moment. Seeing him happy and smiling was all I ever wanted and now that I saw him that way, there was nothing more I could ever ask for. “Daejung,” I called his name once again, his laughter dying down until only a smile rested on his face. He hummed, waiting for me to continue. “Do you still believe soulmates aren’t real?”

“I don’t know,” Daejung said. “If soulmates aren’t real, then what does that make us?”

“You really love teasing me, don’t you?”

“Of course!” he said, laughing again. “It’s so fun seeing your face get all red!” I glared at him and punched his arm jokingly. “It was a joke, Jangmi.”

“I don’t like your way of telling jokes,” I said. Silence fell upon us for the nth time that day and this time, neither one of us tried to break it. We were comfortable in this silence of ours, sitting on his flower shop’s rooftop and letting ourselves get soaked in the sky’s tears. It was enough for us.

There was nothing more perfect, anyway.