Heavy Rain, Or At Least Heavy sound.

An story about a rain that happened in a sunny day, a fly with no wings, and a stop.

"Thud."


The sound of rain falling.


[The weather was sunny that day.]


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I saw the hunched giant flying downward.


[Flying?]


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I saw nothing and everything in his eyes.


[...]


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"Whoosh."


The sound of exhalation.


[The sound of blowing out smoke.]


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"Scratch."


The sound of a match being struck.


[The sound of lighting a cigarette.]


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"Step."


The sound of standing at the edge of the castle's rooftop.


[...]


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"Step, step, step... step, step, step..."


That is the sound of pursuit.


Footsteps--mine, or the giant's.


[Climbing up to the rooftop.]


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The giant no longer spoke with thunderclouds in his throat. He turned and ran.


My voice still echoed in the air.


[The argument was over.]


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The giant roared back at me.


I raised the photo of the princess.


I've forgotten what I said.


[...]


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I screamed hysterically at the giant.


[The argument began.]


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I pushed open the gate of the castle of the giant.


I saw him ignite a dreadful torch, setting fire to the demon's thin white body and devouring its soul.


[It wasn't the first time.]


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[Do you still remember what happened?]


Yes, doctor. The giant is dead.


[...]


[Please, let me tell.]


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[You went home.]


[You saw him light up the drugs.]


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[You told him to stop.]


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[He told you to disappear.]


[You took out the photo of your mother, alive.]


[You said something.]


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[He broke down.]


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[You both climbed to the rooftop.]


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[He stood on the edge.]


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[He took another cigarette from his pocket.]


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[He took one last drag.]


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[He looked at you.]


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[And then he fell.]


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"Thud."


[That was the final sound made by the father who once stood tall like a giant.]