Prompt: Describe the picture below in your own way.
Wordcount: 150 words

The sky wept and the limbs of oaks shook upon watching the scene unfold. The shadows twisted the figure's movements, but all was clear. A bouquet of roses was clutched in clammy fingers and another set of digits grappled themselves in the other's dust-ridden cloth. In an exaggerated gesture, the marron-cloaked figure chucked the bouquet into a pool on the ground, his face contorted and his cheeks became rosy. He wanted to scream in wretched agony at the fiery maiden. How could she do this to him? His eyes flared as he pried the maiden's fingers away. He wasn't the same scared little boy anymore, begging for her attention. The marron figure strode off, grit and grime of mud sloshing over his worn boots.