Violets. Wrapped in a bouquet.
The man in a dark trenchcoat walks towards the Cathedral.
Under the clock tower. Thirty minutes before ten in the morning.
An icy chill fills the the wind with uncertainty.
Ever waiting patiently under the hands of time, he bears witness to his life.
Across the distance, a woman sits by a bench.
Her two children running around in circles.
Kicking about the puddles of water as they rushed.
But the mother is just smiling. She simply enjoys the moment.
Her husband comes along and kisses her.
A union of man and wife indeed.
Twenty minutes until ten.
The man in the dark trenchcoat silently thinks.
No expression comes out from him.
He rubs his eyes to rid his minor discomfort.
A chain bracelet drops from this wrist, only the name "Remus" is engraved.
To his left, his eyes caught sight of a young couple.
Walking together, hand in hand.
His lips whisper sweet nothings in his lover's ear.
A smile showed on her face, a giggle maybe.
She holds her lover