AloisTrancyLover

*November 01, 2014* Francis left his house on a Saturday. He was especially dressed up today, for it was a special occasion. He wore a crisp white suit, neatly pressed. His silky blonde hair was tied back in a low ponytail, and his black shoes shone in the morning sunlight. In his hand, he held a bouquet of fresh Tudor roses. Tucked away in an inside pocket, was a small wrapped box. What a beautiful morning, Francis thought. Arthur would love it. The first place Francis went to was the park near his small townhouse. It was a lovely place, a stretch of bright green grass with large trees scattered throughout. Narrow sidewalks winded thro