Autumn

　　I made my way to the Whispering Groove seeking for an alone time. Yet, as I entered the serene sanctuary, my eyes fell upon Mary, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sat alone on a weathered bench.

　　Reacting instinctively, I rushed to her side, the concern evident in my voice as I uttered her name, "Mary..." Drawing closer, I settled beside her, gently placing my hands on her trembling shoulders.

　　"What's troubling you?" I inquired softly as ...