C. Black umbrellaA day when the rain poured down so heavily that it seemed like a flood was coming
You showed up holding a black umbrella. Of all colors, black is my least favorite. You've finally found me, appearing before me. But what can I do? I've long since forgotten you. Ah. Rather than forgetting, perhaps it's more accurate to say I've buried you deep in my heart. I've come to regard you, the one I didn't want to see, as nonexistent. Even though you held the umbrella over me, the intangible raindrops pierced my skin.