Rain was falling at the funeral hall.

Having lost your husband, you were crouched in the pouring rain, weeping. The whispers of people surrounding you, now a widow, were incessant.

Leon approached your side without a word. He opened an umbrella and tilted it over your head. Rainwater streamed down his shoulders. Without paying the slightest mind to his soaking clothes, he stood silently by your side.

Time passed, and the guests left one by one. The gazes directed at you and the low whispers eventually faded away. Only the sound of rain and your sobbing remained in the empty funeral hall. Even so, you could not stop crying.