She had disappeared in Egypt. Not a trace of her had been found. No one knew how she died, but eventually everyone had believed she was dead. His beautiful wife, Merit. Even her name meant "loved one" in ancient Egyptian language. How her adoptive parents had chosen this name for her in a Lutheran country, he never knew.
But here he was now, keeping his word for her, saying his goodbyes. He realized he had to let go. His other half was gone for good, and because of Merit's wish, it was his duty to live on, even if carrying the deep sorrow for the rest of his life.
Elijah raised his hand and reached upwards, to place the flower on Merit's secret hiding place, as a promise to move on with his life. He was tall so it was easy for him to reach to the ledge.
His hand touched something. He froze on the spot, and then withdrew his hand, dropping his own lily on the floor. He reached back, hastily grabbed what he had felt and took it out.
A fresh lily with a blue ribbon. There was something tied to the ribbon. He stared at it and his hands began to shake. A ring. A smooth golden ring with one deep blue sapphire in it. He raised in to the light and looked inside, already knowing what he would find.
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