Yet another open RL :P
[It seems like any other day, but as with every other August 15th for the past twelve years-- two at this spot, since the memorial was built-- Connor ignores the shadows of old pains and scars starting to creep in on his back. A note on his door in Belfast tells any potential visitors that he's gone to Omagh for the weekend. Should anyone go wandering around the town, they may catch sight of him sitting here, a little candle sitting at the base of each mirror, waiting to be lit at nightfall. By each candle is a single flower. After having placed them, Connor spends the entire day and some of the night sitting there, lost in thought. He doesn't mind interruptions here. He gets them from some of the curious locals, especially children, wondering about his day-long vigil.]
