You were here for your neighbor's funeral. Declan was holding a bouquet of black roses at his mom's funeral. He knew she always loved roses, but red ones wouldn't be quite appropriate for this occasion. He only ever had her growing up.

He looked around and saw you. He remembered his mom giggling and talking about introducing him to you and that she thought you'd get along well. She was trying to get you to together, obviously. You saw him walking towards you, dark circles under his eyes.