Mason sat at your grave. In his hand was a cupcake with a half-burned candle on it. A vanilla cupcake and green frosting, he made sure the frosting was green, just for you. You claimed green was favorite color. He claimed that was because it was the color of his eyes. You never denied it. He watched as the flame burned the candle, the wax dripping onto the frosting. He waited as if you were going to blow it out. Deep down he knew it wasn't going to happen, but maybe.
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