Death

Gripping her bag tightly, she walked past the WD building, slipping through the guards, and went to the spot where she first dislodged the metal ring from her body. Upon reaching near, she found a silhouette of a man in a black t-shirt and vintage bell-bottomed pants leaning his back to the bark of the tree. A flowery mask was loosely hanging from his left hand. 

''William.'' She softly called.

William lifted his head and smiled, his eyes crinkled at the edges flaunting his ripe age. ''How did it go with Heather?''

''She accepted the gift. I pushed her to put the daisy plant in her bedroom. The love she has for plants, I bet we are at the game.'' She doesn't care if Francis also dies along with Heather. She is least bothered about his life anymore. Rosalie then fished out the tiny metal from her handbag. ''This is for Leena.'' She passed the box to Willliam.