Episode 4-

3 days later

The sky was cloudy that afternoon, quiet and soft.

Clara walked to the back of the cemetery, holding a small bunch of fresh rose's.

She knelt down by an old grave, brushed away the dry leaves, and placed the flowers gently.

Her hands folded in prayer.

The wind moved slowly through the trees — peaceful, like the world had stopped for a moment.

After a while, she heard footsteps behind her — slow and steady, crunching on the gravel.

She turned her head slightly.

Adrian.

He was wearing the same black clothes as always, but this time, he looked different — quieter, almost sad.

In his hand, he held white lilies.

Clara’s voice came out soft.

“Your mom?”

He nodded once. “Yeah… she loved lilies. Said they were the only flowers that looked like peace.”

He gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Clara looked down at the flowers she brought. “And these… they’re for my parents.”

He turned to her, his face gentle. “Your parents? So you’re—”

He stopped himself, almost awkwardly. “An orphan?”

Clara smiled faintly. “No. You know Sister Mary? She’s my sister.”

Adrian blinked. “Really? Sister Mary?”

Then he chuckled softly. “Wow. You two are… very different.”

Clara raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirked. “Just saying — one of you looks like she belongs in heaven, and the other one…”

He leaned a little closer, voice teasing.

“…seems to bring a little trouble with her.”

Clara crossed her arms, pretending to frown. “Hey!”

Adrian laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Relax, Sister Trouble. I meant it in a good way.”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, rolling her eyes, but she was smiling.

For a moment, they both looked at the graves again.

The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable anymore — it was soft, almost warm.

Adrian’s voice dropped lower. “You come here often?”

“Every week,” Clara said. “To pray, to clean, to talk a little. It feels like… they still listen.”

He nodded slowly. “I talk to my mom too. Not out loud, but she’d probably still tell me I’m doing everything wrong.”

Clara laughed softly. “That sounds like something moms do.”

Adrian looked at her then — really looked — his smile fading into something gentler.

“You remind me of her a little.”

Clara blinked. “Your mom?”

He nodded. “Yeah. She had the same way of talking — like everything bad in the world could still turn good somehow.”

Clara’s cheeks warmed. She looked down, pretending to fix the flowers.

“You don’t know me that well, Adrian.”

“Maybe not,” he said quietly. “But I want to.”

Her heart skipped. She opened her mouth to say something — but the church bell rang in the distance, breaking the moment.

Adrian sighed softly. “Guess that means you’ve got to go be holy again.”

Clara stood, brushing the dirt from her knees. “Guess so.”

He smiled a little, eyes soft. “Before you go… tell Sister Mary I said she’s lucky.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because she has you,” he said simply.

Clara froze, not sure what to say. He started walking away, hands in his pockets, voice drifting back toward her.

“See you around, Sister Trouble.”

She watched him go until he disappeared down the path between the graves.

Then she whispered under her breath, almost smiling,

“Why does sin have to look that good?”

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