My Love Runs Out On You

Heavy rain this morning hit the city of Paris. Some pedestrians ran while covering their heads with some items so that the rain would not hit their heads. The street looks crowded but not to cause congestion. It's been raining since last night. After a few days Paris was hit by quite hot weather. Last night it rained as if to give coolness. Several cars were seen passing by the cemetery. A car enters the cemetery. A middle aged man in a black tuxedo and brown leather shoes appears to be holding an umbrella and opening the door of a luxury car in front of him. "Sir," he said a little trembling. His face looked very frightened and worried. As if he was making a mistake. Without speaking, the man who looked dashing got out of the car. The man was wearing an all black suit with a silver colored watch on his wrist. Dggh GK the man was wearing sunglasses that stood perfectly over his nose. Light brown eyes that increasingly reveal her beautiful face. He took an umbrella from the middle aged man in front of him. "I'll go there myself," the man said and left. Among the rainwater hand in hand, rows of tombstones appear wet with rainwater. The man walked down a wet grave filled with mud. As if he didn't care about his expensive leather shoes, he walked along the cemetery. His eyes stared intently in one direction, his steps stopped. His smile is perfect, how handsome he is. A glimpse of the atmosphere took him in the past 20 years. The rain was so heavy, it raced with lightning competing with each other. No one came out of their house. There are only a few cars on the road. Multi-storey building like a magnificent house at the end of the road seemed to cover the quiet atmosphere that day. A nun was holding the hand of a 10 year old boy entering the luxurious building. The boy stared at the building, turning his head left and right. Look at the building filled with great paintings. The child is dressed in brown trousers and a cream colored shirt. The boy did not say much, he walked in the direction of the nun's steps. Until they both reach a room. The nun opened a brown wooden door right in front of her. "I'm sorry I'm just going to take this kid," he said to someone in front of him. The person is wearing a thick black jacket. His shoes were full of dirt. "Is it just him?" ask that person. The nun nodded her head, the man walked up to the little boy and then lowered his body to align with the child's height. The man held both shoulders of the child. "Son, maybe this is your destiny," he said and then he stood up again. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the sound of rain falling so hard was heard. The boy stared at the ceiling. "What's his name?"ask the man. "Paul," the boy answered in his little voice. The man looked at Paul with pity. Paul's face was covered with wounds, his clothes looked oversized. The man turned his back to the boy, "I don't understand that Edward would have been so bad yesterday," he said. "It seems, they do not understand how the fate of this child. Considering that no one was looking for him until recently. Please don't say anything. This is my request, " the man looked at the nun as if asking for help. "I don't know what you mean, but I won't tell anyone. "You know who Edward is," she said. The man exhaled as if reluctant to tell the story," he, colleague, " he said heavily. The man walked up to the boy. "Son, from now on you are my son," the man said briefly. Paul was silent, he didn't make a sound, he just looked at the man in front of him and lowered his head. The rain was a witness. The man smiled bitterly remembering the incident. A memory he will never forget for the rest of his life. He breathed in, breathing in the fresh air he rarely felt. The man stared at his constantly rotating watch. Then he put his hand in his pants pocket. He saw a little girl pulling on her mother's clothes. The man stopped right behind the woman. He looked at the little girl who was now staring at him. The boy looked frightened. "Are you Aluna winter?"said the man without saying much. The man looked at the woman in front of him, shabby clothes, a gloomy face, swollen eyes, so many bruises on his body. While the little boy in front of him looked very 'sad'. There was no answer, the woman was just silent and looked closely at the man in front of her. The woman pulled the child's hand by her side and clasped her fingers tightly. As if no one would be able to take it. The woman frowned at the words of the man in front of her just now. There were no words he could say, his lips as if speechless. The heavy rain seemed to give the atmosphere more melancholy. The woman shed her tears along with the rain. The boy who held her hand looked frightened. The man's arrival added to an already chaotic atmosphere. "Come with me," he continued. The man looked back at the woman. But there was no answer back. The woman still did not open her mouth, only drops of tears flowed from her eyes. It was raining more and more, the woman hugged her child more and more tightly. The tears broke, I don't know what was going on. The man just stood there unresponsive, watching the woman in front of him cry. The little boy next to her drowned his face in the body of the mother. The man waited for a while, waiting until the rain subsided by itself. While waiting for the rain, while waiting for the woman to cry. Some time later "From this moment on, you are my bride," the man continued without pause.