An old couple sits on a bench in an old city park. She is 58 years old, and he is 60 years old. They fall in love in youth. It was love at first sight. Then there were red roses, love letters, poems, music, and abortion.
There is moss on the bench; it seems that no one has been sitting on this bench for a few years. The shade of a tree is partly across the bench. They are, as always, sitting in the shade. There is a shade when the sun goes down, that shade. The surrounding environment was quite romantic.
She is married and has a girl and a boy; he also has a son. Today is the last time they are met in this park; they are confused about whether they will ever see.
Silent all around, the leaves are moving in the wind; there is no sound except the sound of it. He is looking down at his feet. And she is looking at her forefinger and thumb ring. This is a wedding ring; he gave her a ring today. She gets up from the bench to leave; he looks at her one last time. Then, finally, his voice, trembling and deep, broke the silence.
Without you, I am like a mossy bench, incomplete. Marriage, children, money, the family were traps, and I am stuck in each of them. My responsibilities did not give me the courage to be with you. When there was no one to question, but I want now. It's not too late yet. I want you to wear this ring and be mine forever.
She went one step further to leave there. And he was watching her go. She dropped the ring, and his eyes followed the ring, and she began to say her last words,
I don't dare to put it on my finger. The ring is irrational now. We lost our comfortable place long ago.
He watched her leave until she was out of sight. He looked at the ring, took a deep breath, and sat down comfortably in his seat. The sun went down, and dusk fell. The shade also disappeared. He also left. The ring was where she dropped it.
Today was another new day, with an 18-year-old boy and a 16-year-old girl sitting on benches to rest. He looked at the ring and picked it up. Looking at her and said,
My dear, One day, I'll put it to your finger.
What an interesting and emotional story. I think the older man didn't give her the ring on time that's why she rejected it.
They might not utter many words but the silence said thousands for them. You are such an amazing story teller.