It's a pity, the rain was too heavy, and the flowers that had bloomed vibrantly were beaten off along the way, leaving only a few solitary leaves clinging on.
Vincent looked forlornly at the desolate branches, his eyes reddened, tears mixed with rain rolling down his cheeks. Uncertainty filled his gaze.
He couldn't understand why it had happened.
These were the most beautiful flowers he had found after combing the entire forest – a gift for Hannah.
He wanted to apologize. He shouldn't have lost his temper last night.
But the flowers were gone.
Vincent mustered a smile at Hannah, who was on the other side of the window, but his tears wouldn't stop flowing.
"I'm sorry, Hannah. It seems that I've ruined your gift."
The rain began to ease, silence fell instantly between the heavens and the earth.
The village's power lines were already old, and after the storm, not a single street lamp remained.
The surrounding area was eerily dark.