[Cold Summer] 8. 23

The world was hot, but my body was cold. I felt a chill in the humid air. All I could taste was cold and bitter. Every time the wind touched my skin, it stung. The moisture mixed with the humidity cut through my whole body. The crystallized atmosphere scraped at my wounds. Everyone around me was wearing just a t-shirt. Short skirts, shorts, even bare feet with sandals. Outfits I couldn't even imagine for myself. Even though I was shivering alone, I had nothing to cover myself with. It was useless to curl up my cold body. No one seemed to notice me. Just as my consciousness was being consumed by pain, the pouring summer rain turned into hail.