Without You

"R-Rare bird?" Dew of bittersweet, desperate moistness immersed his fragile eyelids as tears verged to spring up like toy-out-of-the-box into his eyes, tinting ruddily its lily-white eyeballs. "P-Please don't leave me!" His heart ached over her absence by being relentlessly cracked on thousands of pieces with the hammer of justice, scattered on the vacuum floor as he felt his knees weak, kneeling on the ground. In the meanwhile, a crystal, salty tear dripped as a bleeding scar from his eye, sniffling quietly to himself. "Without you, I'm nothing even if I'm the Pope in Rome or the Cardinal in New York!" Tearful, balefully rueful mutter jingled into his ears, shutting his eyes without blinking for a single second, allowing the heavy rain of tears to gush down, staining his face with dampness.

Jude and Timothy are having a coq-au-vin dinner, where it's becoming a battlefield not only of disagreements and slurps, but also of compliments and kind words which the nun has never heard about self especially coming from a man. One in a million and the only man, who's the courage to expose her true face into his eyes. But on the morning after the sudden disappearance of the nun shocks him. What Jude leaves behind her disappearance? Will they reunite somehow or on the contrary never see each other ever again? Is the love through the years more powerful than anything?
{Short Nunsignor Book}