Alois stood in the pouring rain, a soft, sad smile on his face as he sat on the mud covered ground, his phone and a bouquet of orchids in hand.

Alois placed the flowers on the dirt, head falling back to look up as water mixed with his tears.

It was sad, really. With it being both his anniversary and his lover's death day.

"Do you remember, the 21st night of September?" Alois sang softly, his hand resting on his lover's tombstone.