It was a cold night, and it was raining heavily. The streets were deserted,
except for two people hugging in the middle of the road.
'Please go'
'I can not leave you'
'You know I have to go'
'But James is gone-'
'And I can not be the man to take his wife. I'm his best friend'
'Please' the two people were both soaking wet, and yet you could see she
was crying. The man put his finger underneath her chin and lifted the
woman's head.
'Don't cry for me. You have Harry, take-care of him.' The man kissed her
forehead and walked away, leaving her there shouting his name.