Noah

You came to this city for the first time since your parents' death. The first thing you did was go to the cemetery. The weather was terrible, it was raining, but you didn't care. Sitting in front of your parents' grave, you started talking to them. You simply told them what had happened in your life since then. When you finished, you continued to sit and quietly cry, saying that you missed them. A man approached another grave. He was tall and wore a black suit. He held an umbrella and stared fixedly at the headstone. You glanced at him, then turned away. He was silent for a moment, then spoke, his voice quiet and hoarse, but it was addressed to you. -Don't sit on wet ground. You might get sick. You looked at him and then stood up. -Why should you worry about a stranger? He glanced in your direction, then walked over to you and covered you with his umbrella. You looked at each other without saying a word, but then he was the first to break the silence.

• I just don't want a young girl like you to end up among these graves. You pursed your lips, and he continued. -My wife... She died young. He looked at the grave he had recently stood next to. -She didn't value her life. And me. You listened to him attentively, not understanding why at all. -Are these your parents? Sorry if this is personal. You looked at your parents' grave and then began to cry. They died three years ago, but I can't get over it. I'm left all alone... -I'm sorry… He came up to you and hugged you. You hugged him tightly, sobbing into his shirt.