The girl in the black hood sitting on the steps and lost in thoughts looked serene. The hood was covering half her face. She looked beautiful and mature.
With a bouquet in her hand, she looked like waiting for someone. Probably her lover.
And then a sudden gust of wind blew her hood away and ‘he’ noticed her tears.
With a bouquet in her hand, the girl in the black hood was sitting on the steps near a grave while he was the ‘occupant’ of that grave.

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