Days passed by quietly and without notice, and Autumn opened its curtains in a scarlet hue of leaves. Marvel's schedules had been packed with some sort of delayed meetings and we had to catch up with the rushing market. And finally, the day of his departure for the long-awaited business trip was here.
The mist thickened and the roll of thunder growled threateningly. The scent of rain hung in the air as it watched the sky darken. It didn't take long until the gloom blocked the sunlight, and then the rain splattered against the paved yard. I held an umbrella and walked Marvel to his car.
It was only a month ago when he came back but he has to leave this country again. He's going to leave me again. I hate it when he isn't by my side, it's so lonely… What are you even thinking about? It's not about you, Angelo.
