[Editing in Progress: I've written this book when I was 15, so read at your own risk! I am currently editing this book and I will be making a few changes as well.] He stands up from the soaking bench that he was currently sitting on and he looks at me as if trying to intimidate me, but I could see through it. Droplets of the heavy rain pours upon his face, making his face looks sweaty. He is a criminal. But that didn't stop me from falling in love with a criminal.