A short story called: A cold afternoon A cold afternoon I can still hear the rustle of leaves which have been crushed under her steps while she was leaving me in that gloomy and cold afternoon. I can still hear, her last few words, whispering in my ears: “Let me go, I can’t stay anymore…” she whispered in a sad voice and left. Everything had been gone for me exactly like trees around me which their leaves were losing. The leaves’ color had been changed into a pale yellow like my life’s color. It was autumn, the third season of the year, the season that seems to make everything separated, leaves and trees, sun and earth, the harvest and farms…and we both! Temperature was gradually dropping and I should have felt cold but, she had made an arson inside me by leaving me alone and I couldn’t do anything, sat on a bench and quiet like a scarecrow in a farm. Suddenly a weird sound broke my loneliness, the sound of raking the dried leaves which have been fallen off the trees and also a deep manly voice that said: “Don’t expect to have it again while sitting here and watching indifferently.” He was right, I should have done something, so I took my raincoat, bundled it up and went follow her in middle of nowhere. Please check it out and tell me where it should be corrected. I tried to make it a romantic story and if you had ideas to make it more romantic, I would be so happy and thankful.