I do not own A Series Of Unfortunate Events or any of the characters mentioned below. They belong to Daniel Handler/Lemony Snicket.
Typewriter
A man sits at his typewriter, uncaring about the tears rolling down his cheeks. A pile of manuscripts sit on the table, now finished, tied with ribbon and ready for his kind editor. Even though the last sentence has long been written and the last sheet stacked he cannot bring himself to move.
His eyes stray around the room, until finally they settle on the open widow and the sunlight that streams through it. The dust motes twirl and dance in the air to a tune he is deaf to, like that night where they were both dressed finely and the summer's evening stretched on indefinably and the violins played sweet melodies he could not name and her eyes were bright like stars and her smile-. He blinks back the few remaining tears he has,
His eyes wander once more around the room passing theatre bills, empty aquariums and maps of lakes no-one should swim in. Steadfastly ignoring the triptych, he glares at the paining of an eye pinned next to a hotel flyer as if it is the cause of all his problems (which in a way it is). Ignoring all the remaining oddities, a word here that means items he had collected while chronicling some unfortunate events, is hard. Although he tries his eyes still pass over the flaming dress and rest on a battered piece of driftwood bearing a name that, despite all his efforts, causes him to weep once more.
He does not know how long he cries for, but he is eventually startled out of it by the realisation that he is crumpling the letters next to him. Carefully, he smooths them out and traces the signature at the end with a loving hand. It was a name he loved, had been broken by, and then had given up hope of it ever existing. And there it was. Sighing, he picked up the letters and put them in his briefcase. After all, he had root beer to buy and a relative to meet. For him, he thought as he locked and bolted the door, it would be wonderful to meet any Beatrice Snicket, even if it would never be the one he was hoping for.