Wilford walked out of the flower shop, beautiful pink [Favorite/Flowers] in his hands as he puts his wig back on.
He sighed, before looking up to the sky, seeing that a rain was about to drop.
He hurried and walked towards an alleyway, and when he looked around and saw that nobody was watching, he teleported away.
He teleported to where she sat. Or atleast, where her coffin laid.
He sat down, not caring if his Cider colored pants were stained by the dirt. The grave he was visiting was right under a tree, so if the rain dropped, he wouldn't get wet from rain water. Atleast, he thinks so.
He laid the pink [F/f]s on the tombstone, crossing his knees as he leaned on the gravestone that she slept in, peacefully.
A small thought came into mind, and Wilford smiles and closed his eyes as he starts humming a small, sweet tune.
Halfway through the song he hummed, the rain started pouring, which made him and the tombstone he was leaning on dampen, but, he didn't dare to bat an eye.
He continued to hum her favorite song, not caring about the people running away from the rain. They were trying to go back home, to their loved ones.
But Wilford was already with his loved one, so he didn't need to go anywhere.
After humming the song, he opened his eyes and leaned back from the Tombstone, gently caressing it.
"I gotta go now, Deary. I have an Interview tonight." He smiled, a small tear slipping from his eyes as pink clouds surrounded him.
"And.. I'm.. Sorry."
Then, he disappeared.
Silence followed right after, until a ghostly form came into view, a soft pink acting as an aura for her.
She grazed her hands on the [F/F]s, grabbing it, and putting it close to her face, closing her eyes as she inhaled the sweet scent of [F/F]s.
She opened her eyes again, putting the flowers back, and sitting on her tombstone, where her mortal body sat. She placed a hand on her stomach, frowning as she felt the gunshot wound.
She sat there for a few moments, before a small smile appeared on her face, and she looked at the sky, before slowly forming a sentence with sign language.
"I.. Forgive.. You."
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"Halfway through the song he hummed, the rain started pouring, which made him and the tombstone he was leaning on dampen, but he didn't care."
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