The wind was blowing harder then usual, but it didn't seem like it could bring anything bad upon us. The tepid rain drops were falling down from the roof onto my nose as I walked down the stairs of my old house. The stairs squeaked a little, which brought back the memories from my past, and some guesses for my future. As i walked down those stairs, I remembered that the stairs started squeaking when …showed first 75 words of 1741 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1741 total…from then, up until today, I look at the sky and can picture God crying, because way back then, he broke a bond of friendship and love between two best friends. Every time someone says “Hey, a drop just fell on my nose”, I can still feel Helen’s tear on my nose, and her soft hand over my mouth, and all of a sudden i become silent and burry myself deep into my thoughts.