Lilies in the Snow

Darius

Six years later

I stood in front of the grave in silence, my gaze fixed on the name carved into the stone as snow fell steadily from the gray sky, settling on my shoulders and on the marble surface before me, while I tightened my grip around the bouquet of white lilies in my hand. My other hand remained buried deep inside the pocket of my black coat, the thick fabric shielding me from th