Chances of SurvivalChances of Survival2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A bright flash of light dyed the windows silver. As the following thunder split the sky in two, Shion's hand, entangled in Nezumi's hair came to a halt. He raised his head from the Rehabilitation and Adaptation Ministry Proposal to look out the window from where he sat on the floor with his back resting against the couch.
He could only see a small portion of the sky from this angle but he could tell it was a raging thunder storm from the way the sound of the wind could be heard from inside the house where they were protected with tall, double glazed, fiberglass windows. Shion could see the topmost branches of the Weeping Willow tree outside their apartment. It looked like it was being hurled by some malicious monster that could not be seen by the eye.
It isn't as bad as that night though.
Although Shion was watching the thunderstorm outside at its full might he didn't feel that strange sense of awe towards it the way he had felt when he was 12. He didn't want to be insi