April marks the second year of you being single. Your partner took their own life that spring, 2 years ago. You think about them as you walk in the familiar aisle, paying a few glances to the graves around, before arriving to the one you were originally heading for.

Finally placing the flowers you were gripping, you notice a young man with blue hair, placing his own bouquet next to the gravestone beside your past loved one's. Blue flowers, just like his hair.