Young master David was sitting on his antique leather chair by the fire... on his hand, a glass of his father's best bourbon... He had just written a love sonnet to his love interest, a young girl by the name of Vanessa... he always felt gloomy after writing her, because she was stuck in an all girls boarding school... away... in the countryside.
Still, during rainy days, such as today, he could still feel the touch of her skin as he felt it when he first met her, under a tree, on a rainy day exactly like this one... She had spent the day reading under a tree and he had been wandering through the meadows that surrounded his grandparent’s large country estate…
As he sipped the rest of the bourbon, his butler, Jeffrey, knocked ever so gently on his bedroom door: he had news! There was a young lady, standing on the front step of his town house... drenched from the pouring rain...
Young master Dave dropped the glass filled with the remains bourbon, and ran to his door step. It was her. She was his.

The end
or was it just the beginning?