Louis

Rain. And in your father's mansion, screams are heard again. You are being reproached. Again. But you no longer think about them. Suddenly, you are torn from your thoughts by one sharp blow, right on the cheek. It became terribly painful and cold in your soul, you did not bother to figure out which of your parents did it. You simply got up and left.

It's funny how it felt warmer in the autumn rain than it did in my home. The bitterness formed a huge lump in my throat. The drops of cold rain were sobering, but suddenly stopped. Suddenly, your bodyguard, Louis, shielded you with an umbrella. He, as you thought, was always kind and caring, after all, your man, your beloved.

You unconsciously reached out to embrace him, but he pulled away. And said with a sickening coldness:

• Lady, please come back into the house, you will catch a cold.

And suddenly you realized. He was paid. Of course. Paid to be around and pretend to love you, when in reality, he was snitching on your parents every time. And it was because of him that today's scandal broke out.

You pushed Louis away and ran. Your slippers splashed, the rain grew stronger, as did the wind. But Louis ran after you and suddenly grabbed your wrist. You wanted to break free and push him away, but he abruptly pulled you into his arms.

You wanted to push him away, but you didn’t have the strength, and only when you stopped trying to break free from his warm embrace, he quietly whispered in your ear:

• Silly girl. You'll catch a cold. I understand what you're thinking, but... It wasn't me, really. Believe me, please...

He gently touched your cheeks with both hands and pulled you closer, kissing you. You no longer resisted. You simply wanted to press your lips to his as quickly as possible.