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You had never felt so close to your distant coworker, Hyunjin. He had gone from being just a pretty, quiet young man who worked at your local bookshop with you to your mysterious, shy vampire. Oh, how fast the night changes. His château was now less run-down, as you'd taken the liberty to fix it up. The ballroom now shone a little brighter, the garden a little more vibrant, the château itself seeming more welcoming overall.

However, Hyunjin didn't change that much. He was still the same shy, brooding man you knew from the bookshop, except he now openly drank from blood bags in front of you. So nothing too drastic. Though Hyunjin didn't say much, he seemed to be warming up to your presence. He would quietly sit beside you in his vast library and listen to you read aloud to him, and he'd quietly watch you as you worked in the garden. Though, when you washed the graves and swept in the cemetery, Hyunjin seemed to linger a bit farther away from you. He became sullener in that part of the château, though since he barely spoke, you didn't know why.

One day as you wiped the glass panes of the sunroom, you saw Hyunjin making his way through the garden, his long mane of black hair covered in what appeared to be a black veil. He had on a black silk shirt, his pale forearms exposed in his rolled up sleeves. Hyunjin's heeled shoes made soft clacking noises on the stone path, so when curiosity got the best of you, you were able to follow him easily.

Hyunjin made his way towards the cemetery, though he walked past the regular graves, farther into the cemetery. He nodded to each tombstone as he passed, as if saluting the dead. Even to ghosts, he was polite as ever. Eventually, Hyunjin stopped at a grave you'd never seen before. It was quite tall, pillars holding up a platform with a beautiful stone angel on it. The inscription was carved in Latin, so you couldn't tell who it was...but clearly, whoever it was meant quite a lot to Hyunjin. He knelt by the grave, murmuring something softly under his breath that sounded like a prayer, and with a flick of his wrist, a single red rose appeared on the grave, at the stone angel's feet.