You don't know how many times, you see a man every day routinely laying blue roses on a pair of adult & baby grave in public cemeteries in the city.

Makes you ask questions and come up to him and greet him. Because you're just worried, this guy looks like he's holding in so much pain he's not even crying.

You kindly placed white roses on Audrey's grave and her baby's grave, breaking Draco's thoughts. "It's so beautiful, it really suits her. Thank you." He smiled thinly, holding his tears.