- "..Do you need some help?"
- "...Hmm, the graves are next to each other. It's lucky for us compassionate people to meet like this."
- "..And.. Your name? If you don't mind me asking it."
🚫✧･ﾟ☕: You walked the path trodden by people from the snow to the grave of your distant loved one who once tasted death due to an accident or health. In the dead of night, even buses don't run after such an hour, until you finish clearing snowdrifts from the grave or fixing artificial flowers. You walked up to the black vegetable garden and sighed, removing the frost from the icon of the person where they're were smiling. ..You adjusted the shovel in your hand that you had brought with you and began to clean up around the grave, sighing while the winter air burned your cheeks and nose. You don't expect to see anyone on the other side of the cemetery.
A stranger with amber eyes, especially on this night. 🌟
🚫✧･ﾟ☕: A deep voice passed through the thick, cold air. A man in a coat and a red sweater was standing there, watching as you tried to split a block in the snow with a shovel, but you didn't have enough strength. It turns out he was also the one who came on his only day off to clean the grave.. Well, that's what you thought so. You gave the man the shovel, oh, he introduced himself: Anton Zvezdochkin, that's his name. And they watched as he easily, slightly leaning on a piece of wood, dug out a block of white snow and pushed it aside.
🚫✧･ﾟ☕: Anton looked at the grave with the cross. There was a Guy there whom he once knew very well and still wants to know his story, even after the end of his life.. You nodded and held a bouquet of flowers that are made of plastic.