"Ludwig…. I can’t be with you."

Ludwig Beilschmidt’s eyes widened, but he gave no reply. 

"Don’t be angry! I still like you as a friend! It’s just that fratello doesn’t like you, and we’re moving back to Italy, anyway!"

The grip on the flowers that Ludwig was holding behind his back loosened, but he still gave no reply. 

The Italian girl in front of him reached up onto her toes, and kissed him softly. 

"Good bye, Ludwig."

As the Italian girl walked away, down the snow covered hill, Ludwig was sure that the wedding ring in his pocket was getting heavier.