This is cut from the first meet cute of "The Moment I Met You."

        “It was my birthday today, aside from my best friend's wish, who was in Japan currently, the only gift I got was a work shift until 7 p.m. Mom and dad were having their second honeymoon, I guessed they were in Spain at the moment. Although they'd called me at midnight yesterday, I still hoped they would get home soon, well, not because I missed them, but I did not want our house to get robbed. As a low-key introvert, just low-key, it was actually not that bad enjoying my birthday alone. I meant, at least I could have a night of my own.

        When I was in high school, having watched all those romantic movies, I had always wanted to walk around the busy Times Squares at night where all the lights cheered up Mr. Dark Gloomy Night. And yet, I didn't manage to do it until my twenty third birthday that year. Not gonna lie, it was one of the best birthday gifts ever, aside from that La La Loopsy Doll when I was six.

        Maybe it was just me but the moon that night was brighter than ever. Watching lines of people crossing the intersection before the street lights turned red was the most satisfying thing, I must admit. Coffee shops, Mc Donalds, buildings, stores, people, and people. I wandered around hoping the night would never end in this magnificent place. All of a sudden, something cool dropped on my face, sadly it wasn't gold, it was a rain drop. The cold weather silently told me to get a cup of coffee, but I ended up choosing a hot chocolate because I really needed to get that sleep.

        Well, the problem was where I could get a coffee, I meant, hot chocolate immediately as my beige coat, my boots, my face, and my hair were all getting wet, should have listened to my mom that morning. Luckily, God heard my wish, a coffee shop was right across the street, I ran over and bought a nice cup of hot chocolate. As I sat down, a person came over to my table, she was my high school friend, we hadn't met since graduation and therefore talked for a long time.

         It was 10 when I stepped out of the coffee shop, still had some chocolate left because we'd talked so much that I totally forgot to drink, guessed I got it from my mom. It was late, so I decided to walk home since the street was still packed with people and my house was pretty close. The night was so perfect until this happened.

         I was enjoying my hot chocolate cup and a man bumped into me and spilled all of it. My newly bought white turtleneck suddenly had a big brown stain and a chocolate smell. I looked up, this man, no, this guy with black turtleneck, beige overcoat, and headphones was staying still staring, and smiling. The fact that he looked good did not reduce my anger, in fact, it even triggered me because he did not apologize!

        And yes, that's how I met your father. A hot chocolate, a turtleneck, and a rainy day.”

P/S: The story is in third person point of view.

Ten years ago...

The sky was blue, wind was blowing, the auditorium was packed with people. This was a remarkable summer for Louise because she had graduated from high school and got into one of the top universities with her passionate dream of becoming a psychologist. This was not only for herself, but also for her beloved sister, who had passed away.

Lauren was seven years older than her sister, Louise. She was a beautiful, talented artist, who had always been a role model for her sister. Lauren went to an art university where she met Tom and they fell in love. One day, she came home and told the family about their relationship and wanted to get married. Louise knew there was something wrong because she was sure that her sister would not get married with someone she had been dating for just three months.

But things were all set, Lauren and Tom got married, she got out to live with Tom and they had a baby, Jerry. Louise was in her first year of high school, everything was new to her so she video called Lauren every weekend. Unfortunately, a month after Jerry was born, Louise started to notice her sister's swollen eyes and small bruises on her arms. No matter how many times she had asked, Lauren refused to tell her.

The situation was getting worse and worse. One time, they were video calling, Louise saw Tom open the door then suddenly yell and Lauren abruptly hung up. As how things work, the fragile relationship laster for another two months and broke. Lauren and Tom got divorced, Jerry was decided to come with his father and would meet his mother twice a week.

Though everything had been settled and Lauren came back home, Louise was even more worried because she knew her sister was still experiencing postpartum depression. Jerry was her energy source, he brought her joy and happiness, but he was gone then. He was the reason why Lauren tried to keep the relationship, she did not want her son to have a broken family. She was going through a pain as a mother, a wife, and even a young lady who was supposed to have a joyful life with dreams and hopes. Louise tried to talk and cheer Lauren up but it didn't seem to work out. Lauren ate less and less, her eye bags became clearly visible as she started to keep things to herself. It felt as if an invisible wall had been buit thicker and thicker between the two.

On a sunny weekend day, the sisters had planned to go fishing at Blossom Lake. After getting ready, Louise excitedly wait for Lauren. Time kept on passing but Lauren still hadn't come out of her room. Sensing something, Louise came and called for her sister, all she got was a scary silence. Her heart began to beat faster and faster. Sweats dropping the moment she opened the door. Right in front of her eyes, a piece of cloth hanging from the ceiling, a young lady wearing a black dress with her feet above the ground. Lauren had committed suicide.