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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 and shares a passionate embrace.
If only they could stay in the moment forever.

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Ten minutes before the bells come ringing.
The man in the dark trenchcoat stays ever silent.
He reached into his pocket and pulled something shiny out.
A necklace - made of silver and with a stone of amethyst at its center.
His eyes quivered as he thought about the meaning of the necklace.

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A young girl and boy, sitting in the courtyard.
Both staying silent with the odd smile between them.
The girl held out his hand and handed a small object.
A stone of amethyst that glimmered under the sun.
She smiled and kissed his cheek softly.
The boy watched in awe as the girl ran home, past the field of violets.

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The bells rang. Ten o'clock.
The man in the dark trenchcoat still waits for his meeting.
In one hand, his bouquet of violets.
The other, the silver necklace with the amethyst embedded.
A man in black approached him, his face saddened with the burden he was carrying.

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"I am sorry Remus".
The man in the dark trenchcoat tried to stay silent.
But his tears came out all the same.
The truth had crushed what was left of his will.
Amongst the tears and grief, he placed his gifts on the steps.
And slowly walks along the long road, alone.