At my funeral, Nolan stood at the very back dressed in black, clutching the Mate Vows he'd never gotten the chance to recite.When the priest called my name, he finally raised his head."Eileen."There was no mention of Luna or anyone's future wife; Mom had insisted that they use only my name.She personally placed a white lisianthus on my chest, while Dad gently straightened the hem of my dress.When it was Nolan's turn to come forward, he approached slowly, folding and refolding the vows in his hands before finally deciding not to place them in my coffin. Instead, he left a piece of honey candy beside the flower."This one is clean."Mom turned away and covered her mouth.Nolan's hand hovered in the air as though he wanted to touch my face, but in the end, he drew it back and whispered, "Eileen, I came too late."I looked at him, remembering how many times he'd actually come back to me that day, putting my shoes back on, covering my shoulders with my shawl, placing candy in my palm,
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