“Rain does not always bring happiness but sometimes it can bring painful memories too.”

Alex starts to think as he is sitting inside his car. Alexander is a professor at a prestigious university in Vigan city, Philippines. He is a Russian who has been living in the Philippines for about two months. His current life seems to be normal.

Outside, the road is covered with rainwater, the dropping rainwater on the car window and traffic lights reflected through the raindrops makes the whole scene sound poetic. Alex is looking outside from his car window and reminiscing about his past.   

A quick memory of a person, flashed before his eyes. In his memory, he himself was holding a gun in his left hand which is pointed downward and the whole floor was covered with blood. A blurred vision of a person lying on the floor is visible.

Alex got down on his knees and was covered in sweat, and the blood was dripping from his forehead. From the big window of the room, city lights were visible and noise from fireworks across the sky was making everything silent. Suddenly Alex started screaming and said;

“Нет, это неправда” (No, its not true).

“Don’t leave me alone, how I’m supposed to live now. Don’t go.”

“Bring him back. Somebody, anybody I will give you everything.”

A horn honk sound brings Alex back to reality; he looks at the traffic lights which have been turned green from red. He stares at the traffic lights and starts to move forward. The city is as busy as it is usually. The streets are covered with different vendors and shops.

Alex looks at the crowd and thinks everything seems to be too noisy. When in hell, will this noise ever stop? Rain is already making enough mess, should I just wipe them all out.

As Alex was looking frustratedly at the crowd a sudden sight caught his attention. There is a familiar face among the crowd Liam. He is standing at a bus stop and his emerald; green eyes are filled with confusion and is a sight to look at.

Liam is an international student (who is from Italy) at the university where Alxander teaches. Liam is a history department student. Liam is little arrogant in his speaking manner but is sincere and intelligent student.

A gentle smile appears on Alex's face as he murmurs - “People are like bad luck; they can make you fall for traps and can give one a life lasting guilt. And I’m not going to get bound in guilt anymore even though it appears to be green from afar.”

On the other side of the road Liam is still in deep thought and is waiting for his bus to come. Alex passes by and takes a glance back at Liam again, who is still waiting for his bus to arrive.

The bus arrives at the stop, and Liam gets on the bus and takes the second last seat. As the music inside his earphone goes on, he closes his eyes.

Liam looks outside and says to himself “Rain always brings good memories. It’s like a messenger of good fortune and sweet incidents.”

Liam looks at his phone Those pitch-black eyes – ahh- I don’t know there is some kind of mystery, no there is sadness deep like ocean in those eyes. I want those eyes to look at me, I want him to see into me- no, no, no.

The sound of the bus stopping bell brings Liam out from his deep thinking and he accidently says out aloud “What I’m thinking he is someone, I can’t think like that, or I shouldn’t think like that.”

After facing an embarrassing situation Liam reaches his home. He cooks his food and sits across the window to eat his dinner.

On the other side Alex’s big flat is empty; his eyes also lacks empathy. He is sitting in his office at home and is preparing for his next lecture. At that time, he starts to think about that day when he met Liam, a pretty boy with green eyes.

The lecture room on that day, after staying in college for one month in a new country and in a new environment, seems to be extra excited and full of new faces.

(Liam's first day in college when he saw Alex)

The first day of the fresher batch is filled with energy. The classroom is packed with new faces and students are talking with each other.

The Girl Student says – “You know our new history professor is rumored to have nice physique and good looks. He is 6’2ft. Do you believe it?”

Another girl teasingly replies – “Yes, it feels like he is some kind of undercover FBI officer.”

Boy Student with a scared expression answer- “No he looks scary with his dark black eyes and toffee hues colored hair. I sometimes fear he might be a secret mafia or something. Don’t you agree Liam?”

The boy taps on Liam's shoulder and demands an answer. While Liam was busy listening to the music and was unaware. He was sitting at the back of class with a bunch of new kids who all were international students like him. He turns towards the boy and speaks.

“Sorry, I did not hear what you just said. I was listening to the music.”

Boy - Oh, it’s ok, by the way what are you listening to? I am kind of feeling bored. 

Another Girl speaks – “Liam Listen what do you think about the new professor? I heard he is good at his profession.”

Liam replied with a smirk on his face – “We will see how good he is. I hope he is not like those other old folks who teach nothing but bookish gibberish and make the subject sound like a lullaby.”

After the conversation Liam once again put his earphone on. As he was about to put his head down, he felt a sudden change in the air. A good-looking man enters the lecture hall with his iPad and spectacles in his hands. Liam did not get a good view but from his back the man is intimidating.

Alexander enters the lecture hall with his Spectacles in hands, in his Black shirt and formal pants. He stares at all the new faces then addresses the students. 

Alexander - “Good Morning class, how are you all feeling today?”

The girl again turns towards Liam and says - “Liam Look at the man he is Hella handsome and oh that voice. I am so fucking happy I joined this course.”

Liam was trying to look at his professor who seemed to be more mysterious than elite. But he did not get a good glance.

All students again start to talk about their young and handsome professor. Alexander starts to write his name on the greenboard. Liam who was sitting at the back has kept his head down on the table to sleep. Alex turns back towards students and starts to introduce himself.

Alexander – “Hello students my name is Alexander Orlov. I’m from Russia and I will be your new History Professor.”

(Students starts Cheering)

One Girl excitedly raises her hand; Alex tells her to speak then she says- “Professor can I ask you a question? How old are you?”

A serious expression appears on Alex's face as he continues – “This class will strictly follow all rules, and unnecessary questions would not be entertained in this class. Am I clear?”

After hearing their new professor reply the hall starts to fill with deep silence. Hearing the unexpected response Liam who was keeping his head down till now suddenly breaks out in laughter.

As he starts to laugh Alex looks at Liam. As their eyes meet Liam Stop Laughing. Alex looks at Liam's direction for a while and then asks him a question.

Alex – “Can I ask what made you laugh?”

Liam chuckles once again and answers lazily- “I am sorry. Your warning almost feels like a threat that I could not control my laugh.”

Alex looks at Liam angrily and again questions him – “If I’m not wrong you are an international student?”

Liam now becomes serious, he looks at Alex suspiciously and replies- “Yes, any problem.”

Alex continues to look at Liam's face and says assertively – “You probably won’t be familiar with such a teaching pattern but here we follow rules and respect each other, instead of laughing our asses off on some trivial matter.”

Liam went silent on such humiliation. His cheeks flustered with anger, and he left class with his bag. He punches the wall outside the lecture hall. Alex feels a bit disappointed as he watches Liam storm out of class, but as he hears the sound of a punch on the wall a sudden mysterious and playful smirk appears on his face.

Alex once again concentrates on his class and starts to talk with other students.

Alex puts down his glasses on dice and says with a lower tone – “Such behaviour will not be tolerated in the class. Next time I will deal with it my way.”

Students look at their professor and Alex looks at the other side of the wall where Liam had just punched and thinks A tough cookie, he reminds me of my rebel self, but that face and that smile. He got pair of beautiful eyes with so much rage inside them, and speaking truthfully, I am afraid of them.