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Light at the window

Ship: RedFinch
Trigger warning: Death, sadness, depression

There was a light at the window, once. The smallish, unscented candle lit up the plain, windowsill, mimcking the large, flaming ball of light that we like to call the sun. The candle wasn't special, per say; it wasn't necessarily large, fancy or even expensive. But it was special to them, 'them' being the infamous gay couple next door. The two were well-known, being the self-proclaimed 'only gays in the village'. The taller of the two, a young man called Patrick Cortes, was responsible for the mini sun in the window. This annoyed his boyfriend, a short-tempered, red-head called Albert, immensely.

It went like this  for a while, until the day the candle didn't flicker and glow on the windowsill. Until the day that Albert couldn't bring himself to even look at the candle, one of the only reminders of his first and only love. The house, which was once idyllic and full of natural beauty, was now covered in graffiti that he couldn't bring himself to try and scrub off.

The couple had been well-known, but no-one remembered Patrick. No-one remembered his small good deeds for the community, such as feeding the local birds (earning him the nickname 'Finch'). No-one remembers his constant smile, wide and always spread like soft butter. No-one remembered his small singing as he would walk down the street, huming very-werid-out-of-context showtunes and cheery songs to entertain the local children. The only sign that he had ever existed was 11 words, written on a small rock:
"Patrick 'Finch' Cortes
  Caring husband
  Kind person
May he rest in peace"

As always, thanks for reading! Anyone who still reads this rubbish is amazing!