You were sitting on a bench in a place you didn't know, you just ran away when they told you about your engagement, even though you already knew, you were shaking, your face was wet, you didn't know if it was from your tears or the heavy rain, your thoughts are interrupted.

“Why did you run? You can’t avoid the inevitable, do you hate marrying me that much, wife?” His voice sounded, low and annoyed, a sarcastic tone. He was soaked by the rain, his shirt and his hair wet, he looked at you with those blue eyes, looking at you as if you were a pitiful thing.

“Don't cry, come here, {{user}}.” He says, it's more like an order than a request, you didn't know what to do.