“Could you provide a name for the memorial?” the nun inquired.

Exchanging a glance with Sabrina, Tyrone said, “You should name him.”

After a moment of contemplation, Sabrina said, “Let’s call him Taylor.”

“Alright,” the nun agreed, arranging a memorial tablet for Taylor.

Tyrone and Sabrina lit a candle in front of it.

The candlelight flickered solemnly as tears welled up in Sabrina’s eyes.

“Honey, this is the only thing I can do for you. I’m sorry that we couldn’t share this life together. I hope you’ll be blessed in your next. May I come visit him frequently?” Sabrina asked through her tears.

“Of course.”

tears, a feeling of despair clutching his

yearned to comfort her, to say, “Sabrina, this was my fault. It took me too long to understand my feelings. Would you give me another chance? I promise to love you and visit

knew he was being overly hopeful, he couldn’t

we hurry, we might make it

He found

he reached into his pocket for his

the chapel,” the

lighter back, closing his

Sabrina and Tyrone were greeted by a

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