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She placed the flower on the white marble box. The orange and yellow leaves fluttered quietly from the tree above and landed softly, peacefully, on top of it. She didn't bother to brush it off; it fit so well with the rose that she didn't want to disturb it. Stepping back, tears began to inaudibly drizzle down her pale face. The young girl wanted to wipe them off, but no matter how many times she tried, the warm water still would come back. Michael placed his arm gently around her waist. She didn't even bother to look up at his tender face; she just kept staring blankly, and silently, at the ground.