In a hotel for a meeting of mafia gangs

One o'clock in the morning

You were standing on the roof with your cigarette as usual, quietly, when a girl ran into you, panting as if she was running with signs of fear on her face, and she did not look at your face and watch her until the moment she was about to jump from the building

She is beautiful with black hair, dark blue eyes, and cherry lips, but that beauty is covered in tears