I sit on the bench and fold my hands in my lap. I'm still not sure about coming down here, but Flora had convinced me to. She had said, "Luke would have done the same for one of us." inspector Grosky had called us down to the station for the diagnosis on Luke's death.

Flora had been saying the Luke excuse about almost everything. Yesterday, she had used it to get me to take her to Luke's grave. I hadn't wanted to visit it, it had been hard enough at the funeral, but she had convinced me to by saying Luke would have done the same for me.

"Mr. Layton," a young officer opensthe inspector's door for me and Flora. I nod a thanks to him and walk into the office, on the brink of tears. The inspector straightens a few papers on his desk and gestures to the two wooden chairs in front of his desk. I sat down and Flora sat next to me, gripping my hand tightly.

"Professor Layton, how long has it been?" the inspector says, giving me a sympathetic look.

"Well, about two years." I say, fiddling with the edges of my jacket. He nods.

"Yes. If you don't mind, I think we should get to the subject." I bite my lip and stare down at the floor, and Flora squeezes my hand. "According to my investigation, it was a hit and run. The car hit the boy, the driver panicked, and left the scene before anyone had taken notice." the blood rushes from my face and I feel my stomach drop.

A hit and run? Does that mean that if the driver had stayed, Luke would still be alive, sitting next to me now? My hands begin to sweat and I start to shake. My life has been a living hell all because someone couldn't face the consequences of their crime? Flora's shoulders start to tremble, and I can hear her start to cry.

"There there, dear. I know it's difficult to take in," the inspector says, in a mich gentler voice than usual. "It was hard for me to believe it myself when I was called in for the case. I remember talking to him just day before." he trails off and I stand suddenly.

"I hope you don't mind inspector, but we shall be taking our leave now." the inspector nods. I'm guessing he understands about Luke. His death has been a delicate subject and it will probably remain as one.

"I say, have a good day." the inspector says, going back to his paperwork. How can I have a good day when I've just learned that there was a chance my faithful apprentice could have been saved?

Flora is silent on the way home, until we pass the local the grocery. She pauses and stares at the fresh produce. "Professor," she says slowly. "Why don't we get Luke some lilies? Those were his favorite flowers, and we could visit him, one last time." I take her hand and lead her into the grocery store. The clerk is all too cheerful.

"Oh, are you taking these home to mommy for a surprise?" I clear my throat.

"Not exactly, they're for a friend." he nods and wrings them up.

"Nine pounds and sixty-nine pence, please." I hand over the money and Flora gathers the lilies in her arms. We walk out of the grocery store and head down towards the park.

For some odd reason, the cemetery is located across from the park. Brenda and Clark agreed to let Luke rest in the London cemetery instead of taking him to be buried in Misthallery. "It's what he would've wanted." Brenda had said tearfully, at the ceremony.

"Here he is," Flora says softly. I stare down at the marker. "Luke Arthur Triton," she reads. "Son, friend, true gentleman. 1952-1965." I place the lilies on the grave and try to keep from crying. I can't even if I want to. I'm all dried out of tears, Luke took them from me at his funeral.

"Luke, I want you to know that we...miss you." Flora says, wiping her eyes. "We haven't been doing that well. Things are so different without you. The school is having a memorial for you tomorrow. And, the Professor goes back to work on Monday." the sun is setting, and I take Flora's hand, helping her to her feet.

"Flora, let's go. It's getting dark," she let's out a sob and stands up. "Don't cry dearest, it's all right." she leans on my shoulder and starts to cry.

"Professor, it's not fair!" she yells suddenly, making me jump. "Luke didn't deserve to die! He should be here with us right now!" what can I say to that? It's exactly what I'm thinking.

"Flora, it's alright dear. Sometimes life is not fair. But I'm sure wherever Luke is, he's happy. He lived a good life," she nods and presses her face into my jacket. Will Flora and I ever be the same?

I turn back and stare at the grave, watching the sun set yet again.

The sun is setting on another day, but the moon is just rising on another night.

The mouth of the Just shall meditate wisdom,

And His tongue shall declare judgment.

Blessed is he who endureth temptation,

For once he hath been tested, he shall receive the crown of life.

Oh Lord, Fountain of Holiness,

Oh Lord, Fire Divine, have mercy.

Oh how holy, how serene,

How generous, how pleasant this Virgin who believeth.

Oh how holy, how serene,

How generous, how pleasant,

Oh Pure Lily.

AN: I couldn't help myself, I had to expand on this idea. And most of the reviewers wanted an epilogue anyways. The song lyrics at the end are to my sad song, "Lilium". It's such a pretty and moving song.

It sounds like something you would here in a church. I would be happy of you listened to it, but you don't have to.

Thanks again, and if you read, I would appreciate it if you reviewed as well. It will only take a minute of your day.

MikuLover~