The writer's Paradise

She sat on the bench under the tree in a garden full of wet grass. There were tears in her eyes, which were joined by a few rain drops as it was raining lightly. The bells from cathedral were ringing high in the early evening.
 

"He left me. How could he?" the girl asked herself
 

There was no answer. The thunder roared, and suddenly the rain picked up. She had no option but to leave the bench and move near the shed.
 

"Why is this happening to me? I loved him so much."
 

Still no answer.
 

She was standing in the middle of nowhere, just as she was in life. She stood still for some time and then slowly inserted her hands into her jacket pocket and took out the gun.
 

One round of fire paired with cathedral bells....and that was it.
 

Everything went silent—the rain, bells, tears and life...