A difficult dream

The sky rained during the burial, not abundant, but the dark clouds were crying the grave. One of them advanced from "Gemma", who was umbrella, but she did not know what is going on around her, her eyes had dried up and drained to the ground and her entity became paralyzed and cold towards the horror of sadness, her father and his last days died stained with his scandal. Do you think how many people here are thinking about it? Many of those who claim to be friends and acquaintances are standing here while waiting for tomorrow's newspapers. Little grabbed a moment for a moment and they had to reduce their eyesight in front of the whiff of vanity in a beautiful way, all except for one "James Sanderson". He stood away from the rest of the mourners, despite that, he seemed to be dominated by their long stature, which was highly high, and his dark eyes contained their eyes without hesitation or embarrassment. He was a tyrant, arrogant, grinding and seemed to be a fear of fear. He looked long, wide, wide, and a solid structure with black hair and his eyes appeared like ice while they were watching. Was he waiting for her breaking or failing her? Or is the right moment to control it.?