The night had turned into day now. Even the sun was hiding behind the clouds while mourning. The darkest black clouds had covered the whole sky and made it look sad.
The rain had not yet started, but the crackling of lightning was announcing its arrival. The strong winds headed straight towards the top floor of Astroot House.
It was hung on a large and beautiful wooden fence. She was bathed, but instead of wearing a white shroud, she was wearing a long black silk frock. The scratches on his face were now clearly visible on his fair but blue face. A woman was running a brush through his lifeless hair. I don't know when she was combing his hair, he felt something strange. Like this girl is not dead. Like something inside him is dead and could not come out of his existence or was not remov
