Minutes have passed and the autumn didn't last. Grey clouds started emerging. Tears started falling from the heavens, simultaneously uniting with Dalen's tears streaming down her face. The rain showered.
It kept on wrinkling to the only rose in the cemetery. But little did she know, she wasn't the only flower in that place. There's this one fellow. A young gentleman, in a maroon polo shirt and black jeans, with his hair similar to that of young Ethan Hawke and eyes comparable to an 18-year old Leonardo di Caprio. Elkein Daunt. He was the other flower, but a wallflower.
He saw Dalen weeping under the pouring rain. He ran to her. As he got near, he slowly walked with an umbrella with him and an old sweater. He then stood beside Dalen and wrapped her up with his pullover. She was shivering that morning, and by morning, it was some kind of a dark morning, since it was only 2:30am. Dalen of course got stunned and scared when someone was standing right beside her out of the blue and suddenly just wrapped her up.
When their eyes met as if the sun came across the horizon, no words were uttered between them. They just looked in each other's eyes. Not a single sound of a vowel was heard, because their eyes spoke it all. After that electrifying moment, they unhesitatingly ran to the nearest shed or area that they can find in order to protect themselves from the devastating weep of the clouds. It just kept on crying and crying.
