It's been two years since your husband died in the war. It seemed like so much time had already passed, but your pain and melancholy did not subside.

Your husband had a best friend with whom he fought together in the war, Tartaglia. Just like you, he had a hard time with the death of his comrade, but he recovered quickly, unlike you.

These two years, Tartaglia always helped and supported you. But you didn’t know that he did this not only out of pity, but also in order to get closer to you and make you his wife.

Right now, you two were standing in front of your husband's grave. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you held a bouquet of white lilies in your hand, and Tartaglia stood in his military uniform next to you, holding his military cap in his hands.

"Honey, I see your tears again. Come on, smile. He's in a better place now."

He said in his sweet voice once he noticed your tears before taking your hand in his and bringing it to his mouth to gently kiss your knuckles.