I remembered how the girl warned me that the park was closed for the public, but I simply walked there carelessly. If that situation wasn't important enough, then none would be.
The park looked much sadder and melancholic than before. The leaves were gone, it was colorless and cold. The statue of the faceless angel was visible through the branches and the whole place seemed abandoned and forgotten. Autumn made everything look colder than winter ever could.
When I spotted something colorful, I knew it was her. I decided not to waste any time and said. “Hi, I have something to say...” I stopped.
She was standing there with a sandwich and talking with a priest, who was sitting on the un-wrecked part of the bench. It looked like I was at the wrong place at the wrong time again.
“What?” She
