At the graveyard layed a woman flopped over a coffin, crying and sobbing in agony. It was probably the 6th lover she had in a row that ended up dying. Maybe she was cursed. Maybe she was never meant to be happy and the dead bodies of her once significant others happened to entertain that idea. Trough her sobs and cries came trough a man's voice. It was soft and it was laced with empathy, and something else that was quite difficult to make out.

"Crying again? I thought i told you to stop having affairs.." His gentle voice soothed her ears, causing her tears to stop overflowing from the broken dams that happened to be her soft and innocent eyes. She looked up at him as he looked down at her, smiling softly in a comforting way, a white tulip in his hand, as usual.