Wow, it has been a long time. Well, I have been a very busy be (outside of fanfiction). Basketball pretty much took over my life, and gave me no time to write, let alone come up with a clever enough idea to write about. Luckily, this weekend I have found some time to sit back, clear my head, and type this out. It is a little short, but I think it gets my point across. Now, onto the story, you don't want to read my lazy ramblings about my life.
DISCLAIMER: Professor Layton does not belong to me. Sadly, the people of Level 5 own him… *sigh*
ONE MORE THING: THIS GAME MAY HAVE SOME MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE UNWOUND FUTURE! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED THE GAME! (or read if you want to be spoiled)
'And now for the final touch.' The professor thought to himself as he placed a lone rose into the vase he had on the table. He then stood back to admire his work. The table was set for two, and now had a final touch of elegance, thanks to the lone rose.
After standing back for a few moments to make sure everything was in place the professor went to the kitchen to retrieve the tea he had brewed. As he entered the kitchen the sweet smelling aroma of oasis berry and brisk berry wafted slowly towards the professor. Oasis Berry, the favorite tea of women and children, would serve as the drink of choice this evening. It was her favorite.
Upon returning to the table, the professor placed the tea pot squarely between the two seats for the convince of the two who would dine at the table. He then remembered the special record he bought for this night. After a minute or two of searching the professor placed the black disc onto the phonograph. The record was called Time Travel, which the professor though fit the event this evening quite well. He stood there for a moment, letting the sweet tones and melodies of the piece carry him to happier memories. The house was quiet, which provided the perfect atmosphere to revel in beautiful music. Luke was spending the weekend with his parents, and Flora was visiting St. Mystere.
Smiling to himself the professor walked towards the table and sat down without a word. He then picked up the tea pot and poured a cup for the vacant seat across from him, then poured a cup for himself.
'A lady's need always go before your own.' The professor thought fondly. He began to take small sips from his cup, letting the music wash over him again. The professor looked solemnly over at the vacant chair across from him. No one would ever fill that chair again. Yes, Luke or Flora may sit physically in the chair, but metaphorically no one could.
"It's been one year Claire. One year since you walked out of my life, again. This time though, you will never walk back in." the Professor whispered quietly to the chair.
Then the professor did something very few have ever witness. He reached for his famous top hat, and removed it from his head to place it near his heart. Silent tears streamed down the face of Hershel Layton.
"Our future may have been unwound Claire, but my love will be unending." he finished looking down at the gift Claire had given him all those years ago. The gift that had inspired the professor to be what he is now. The gift that he wore always out of respect for her. His famous brown top hat. This was the only physical aspect of Claire the professor had left. As the professor silently grieved that night he thought of the years he spent with Claire, and all the memories she had given him.
'As every puzzle has an answer, every life has an end, but Claire the memories we shared, they shall be eternal.'