KaoArt

It was a quiet rain that pattered against the window. Outside the window, cars passed by on the road, people with black umbrellas passed along the sidewalk. The world was gray, it felt sad and the boundary between good and evil did not exist. Gary was sitting at the kitchen table and the greenblue eyes staring out at the gray world. The man himself seemed to be in a grayscale, with dark gray pants and more gray than white shirt. The black hair that framed the rigid face was like a dark curtain that reflected his equally dark mood. A rainy Friday that he never would have thought would have to experience, a feeling that pained him deeply, and