All his life he has solved thousands of puzzles. The impossible ones, which people can't understand because they can't look carefully enough.
All his life he has answered other's questions about the little everything he knew.
All his life he has unveiled misteries hidden carefully in the smallest corners of this world, buried underground under metres of secrets.
And all his life he has hoped to find someone special to share all this with. Then he met her. Love was a strange concept for him until he saw Claire for the first time. Love was illogical, unlike everything he has ever known. But that did'n matter, because she was also everything he wanted to spend his life looking at.
She was beautiful as the sea, brilliant as nature, bright as the sun.
She was dead.
He knows that a gentleman shouldn't be broken, but he felt lonely and shattered and angry like the black hole in his chest. Like the greed and selfishness that used science to resemble the Gods, taking her away from him.
But why? Why she had to die?
This was the only question he cannot answer.
The only mistery he cannot unveil.
The only puzzle he cannot solve.