The job of clearing out his things had fallen to her, as she knew it would.
The first thing she saw when she entered the flat was the book on the table by his chair. She picked the book up, wondering why he had kept it all these years.
It fell open to a marker. A Dragon Rose, its green-gold petals still glowing with magic, lay on the page of poetry.
Her tears began as she realised it still shone as brightly as it had when chosen as the symbol of their bonded love.
"Oh, Alastor, my only love, I will miss you."