A dark empty room, with a man sitting at the window. He was quiet. He was feeling the moonlight. A bit empty. A bit lonely.
Suddenly his love entered, from the back. She asked him to take her for a walk. They went.
..... After an hour, he returned. He again sat near the window, something is missing. What is it ?
He might have forgotten something. Oh yeah !
He walked towards the drawing room. He took out the candle and placed it beneath his wife's portrait. Lighted it.
It was the 15th death anniversary of his wife.
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