Days have passed, and Sean is now leaving. The two weeks he spent here were short, and he had already booked his flight to Canada tonight. He looked around the room for the time being. It was lunchtime, and he had no plan on eating downstairs.
He adjusted his polo in front of the mirror and then he glanced at the bouquet of white roses on his bed. He ordered it not long ago because he was planning on visiting Anna's grave. As far as he recalled, Anna likes white roses.
Sean had already told himself to accept everything that happened. If Anna was still here, for sure she would also scold him for being a crybaby, burdening himself. Sean took the bouquet of roses and walked towards his door.
When he opened the wooden wall he built, a light grasped him and at the end of it, he saw Shaun standing.
"Brother." There was a slight smile on his face. He was also wearing a black shirt and pants. There were white lilies in his hands.
