The sunshine after the storm wasn't as bright as imagined, it was chilly, and the ground was still wet. A stream glimmered with a golden glow meandered through the marshy land which turned at an angle as it reaches a slope.
"One, two, three… six…" six dairy cows stood beside the stream, lapping at the cold water, their tails swishing.
Raindrops were still dripping off of the eave of a farmhouse into the manger, emitting a monotonous pitter-patter sound. A ray of sunshine squeezed through the cracks on the farmhouse gate and landed on a sleeping young man. He was snoring softly, the corner of his mouth curled slightly upward, as if having a sweet dream.
Staring at the empty horsebarn, Paul and Shaw shared a glance before they simultaneously sighed.
"Is there any difference if we'd left her here or if we'd killed her?" it was Black Devil's first experience of feeling melancholy.
