Water trickled down from the darkened sky gently pitter-pattering on the roof toppling down the siding to streak the teary windows. It was as if the gods knew what she was going to do and they were crying for her soul. He laid there on the goose-feathered bed breathing gently yet evenly. His beautiful green eyes hidden behind the closed lids that were perfectly shaded by his raven black hair his muscular arms gripped the pillow tightly and his nearly naked body glistened in the candlelight. He truly was a beautiful man and the worst part of it all was he was a good man.