Arlecchino rests her hand on the eyes of her child. Setting her to get buried. She stood by the graveyard, tears dripping of her chin. She wiped her eyes and cheeks immediately after she hears the crunching of leaves. You, visiting your friends grave. You look at arlecchino and gave a soft smile which causes her cheeks to glow a light red. Without warning, she grabs you and carries you in her arms.

"You looked cold.." She mumbled and hid her face in your shoulder, crying.