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"That was one awful first meeting, wasn't it?"
A chuckle, followed by a head that leaned on his shoulder. "It was... Mr. Joseph followed me around for almost a week until I gave up and told him my name.."
"You were quite stubborn, I admit. I couldn't help but to be curious about this new survivor that piqued my interest." The snow-coloured hair man sighed as he smiled. His hand ruffled those silver hair strands affectionately.
"But looking back, I am grateful for your persistence." The white-gloved hand shyly touched the delicate bare hand, before their fingers entangled. "Thank you.. for not giving up on me."
A light kiss found its way on the embalmer's forehead. "And thank you.. for opening your heart for me."
They gazed at each other lovingly before they chuckled carefreely.
"The moon is very bright and big..."
"It's the mid-autumn festival night after all." The photographer closed his eyes as he basked in the presence that started to fade away. "The time where everyone gathers around with whom they treasured."
"But alas...."
"...do you really have to go?"
"...."
"The moon.. is very beautiful tonight..."
There was no reply. No warmth on his shoulder, nor the voice that he wished he could hear for eternity.
What left to accompany his night was the lingering scent of sweet, sweet Osmanthus.
But for now.. it was enough for him. He lifted up his cup filled with sake and smiled toward the moon.
"Have a good night, my dear.."
Osmanthus; True Love and Faithfulness.