Rainy Good Morning ((free)) Direct

Elias felt a hot tear slide down his cheek. He sat there on the cold floor, wrapped in the quilt, as the sounds faded after thirty perfect seconds. The rain continued its soft applause on the roof.

He knew what sound he would trap in the cage next. It wouldn't be a goodbye. It would be the deep, sleepy laugh his little daughter made when he tickled her belly. A sound that, on some far-off rainy morning, would feel like a resurrection. rainy good morning

Elias’s hands trembled as he lifted the cage. It was surprisingly light. He turned the tiny brass key in its base, feeling a series of soft, satisfying clicks. The silver rings began to spin slowly, catching the dim window light. Elias felt a hot tear slide down his cheek

It wasn't a deathbed confession. It wasn't a final "I love you." He knew what sound he would trap in the cage next