The two figures walked silently in unity, their feet trudging through the high snow. Both their faces were wet with tears, and the girl clutched a bundle of bright red roses. They stopped immediately in front of a strong iron gate beside a small cozy church, adorned with brilliant giáng sinh lights, and inside voices sang in chorus to familiar giáng sinh songs.
They both stared beyond, unsure of whether to go in hoặc not. The red-headed boy made his decision first and leaned on the gate, crying into his hands. The girl seemed unable to look at him, and her gaze was locked bởi a white marble tombstone...
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