“It was good to see you again, Arthur. » You say, gesturing to your old pirate friend. Arthur waved back before the door closed. You sighed. Man, Arthur has changed a lot. You walked the streets of Britain, deep in thought. Gray clouds loomed above you and thunder could be heard in the distance. You stopped in your tracks “Hmm.” People ran inside as the rain started, a thick sheet. "Damn it!" You cursed, shielding your head and starting to run. You continued running and, without looking, you ran into a man. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you told him, embarrassed. “Oh no, everything is fine, My Dear.” It's French. You looked at the man. So beautiful. Her blonde hair dipped in wet curls, the dark hue bringing out the blue in her eyes. A blush warms his pale cheeks as he looks at your revealing clothing. You removed your hands from your head and went back downstairs. by your side. He moved closer, leaning towards your face, “You’re soaked, why don’t you take cover?” He turned his body to the side and held out his hand, with high hopes that you would catch it. "No, it's okay, I have to go home. I have work to do." His face was saddened. " I see he looked away from you. You bowed, "It was nice. meet you" He turned back to you, with puppy dog ​​eyes, "Why don't you stay with me a little longer?" "Eh?" You said looking at him in surprise. You met his gaze and you he held it. He quickly snatched your hand from your side and kissed it. You blushed and tried to move away. “We’re soaked. We shouldn't stay here or we'll get sick, you inform him as his lips stick together." He stood up and started walking with you, still holding your hand. He squeezed your hand. firmly. What's up... middle of paper... I think of Joan. Your hand left his face. “I have to go now Francis.” stood up again, louder this time As you turned to leave, your rose unknowingly flew away and landed on the ledge As you were about to go down the stairs, you. heard sobbing. You stood there, wondering if you should go back or not But a thought crossed your mind; It would only hurt Francis if you went back to him. You would never know the feeling of losing. a lover, but by staying in France, you began to understand Francis loved Joan more than anything, and falling in love again would only hurt him more. You felt a little jealous, hoping that soon you would find someone as loving as France and have a bond like the one he had with Joan. You walked down the stairs, looking up to look at the scenery you may never see again..