Stepping into work mode, James slips back into the grind of his nine‑to‑night job as a salaryman in accounting. The noise floods around him — keyboards, phones, chatter — but he’s used to it. He stares at his screen, the earlier interaction still echoing faintly in his mind.
It reminds him of a poem he heard long ago. He murmurs under his breath:
"If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane, I think I understand."
Hours pass. He takes a smoke break as the sky turns darker.
The rain had stopped a while ago — leaving the air heavy and humid.
His mind drifts back to Sean’s poetic reply:
"Feabled the promised lands my wake."
He exhales, watching the smoke fade into the still air.
"It's going to be another late night."
Ever wonder why we’re here? James doesn’t anymore—he’s just a salaryman going through the motions, searching for purpose beyond the daily grind. This one-shot reveals that life doesn’t always have to be so serious or heavy, especially after he meets someone who overthinks but refuses to be defined by it. Whether sharing a train ride or sipping coffee, discover how the so-called curse of happiness can come from a simple act and a fresh perspective.
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