NIGHT

The dim rain on a cold night leaves water droplets on the branches and grass. A gentle breeze caressed the shady trees and the grass that swayed slowly. The black fog in the sky added to our dim night, blocking the moon's light. Contemplating myself looking at the nature shrouded by darkness, let this silence enveloped myself letting the cold sink into the marrow of the bones. I enjoy every flow of the wind that is not blowing so hard. The ticking of the clock broke the quiet of the night. I was getting deeper and deeper into silence, I could faintly hear someone's footsteps coming closer and closer to me. Until someone was standing right next to me. "Laila, why is it so cold outside?" who is that person with the question. "Greetings please...!" I replied curtly. "Oh yeah hehehe, sorry. Assalamualaikum." He said smugly. "Waalaikumsalam". Answer me. That person was Qamar, a handsome male figure who had a charming smile. The son of a prominent family, his parents used to live in my village with Qamar's uncle and aunt, but they moved to the city when Komar was 7 years old. While Qamar's uncle and aunt remained in this village, therefore they always came to visit his uncle and aunt and also visited me as his best friend from childhood.