He didn't care, they ran to him teary eyed and told him what had happened but he didn't care. She should have known it was coming.
He walked alone down the halls, vaguely wondering why he had been called in.
"This was found with her and it had your name on it so we thought you should be the first to read it" the old man spoke softly as though he would break at any moment.
"Whatever." He was handed a small blood red envelope containing a piece of paper matching it. There were a mere three words apon it. After he read it he just laughed and walked away throwing it over his shoulder as he went. After that he never thought of the note again. Or her. But the curse of the words would remain on him till the end of his days
Behind him on the ground lied the slightly crumpled letter with the words facing upwards.
"Alone and forgotten"
That's how she died, and that's what he now was.