How can a window reflect a phantom's shadow? I cannot think of an answer to my question.

I have vivid visions of the past as I walked into my Chateau once more. It is dark, damp, cold, and haunting. Remembering everything from the top to the bottom of my heart – lies cold, without a single beat, rotten by time, decayed by day. The chateau once I owned now served nothing more than a silent redemption.

The large halls with tall, engraved pillars decorate so beautifully that whenever you come home at the youngest age of our relationship felt like a battlefield of some sort. These pillars are your favorite place to hide, to seek, and to love me. The beautiful marble floors gave vivid shadows of us, too, where we always joke and to mock each other, romantically. If you could see me cry in the darkness of my own, you'll see it as rain – heavy rain, pours down from the skies down to my heart, screaming for help, crying for forgiveness. This life is not what I choose to live my life.

Whenever I walk through the hall, I wasn't sure that I see your face in every dusty marble I've walked. I once tried to make a silly face to the marbles below me, but the marble never shown any reflection of my phantom, it realizes that I am empty – an emptiness in a body bag, a speck of darkness in the light. My emotions that I couldn't share with myself, now lying in ruins – abandoned and long forgotten. I can't even laugh at myself, at least smiling towards my silly face.

There's no need for a dagger if words will do. Will do the hate, the separation – the death of a person.

I wasn't ready for this, no, I was ready – but the cries are not.

Now I'm alone again, with the spiders hanging on the wall, with the rusted frame of an old picture frame of us. I want you to hear me…

I'm crying. I was hoping that in my inevitable death, this is just a dream – a dream that never happened, a nightmare that didn't even do a thing.

"It has been thirty minutes, would you like to go back to the base? I'm sure the Boss would be angry if you're stopping somewhere without his or our supervisor's permission."

Mei glanced briefly before she takes another look at herself on the dusty marble. The marksman took a seat on the table and tried to feel what the Mei felt, looking the same old ground.

"The commander is expecting you to go back as soon as you can, but, to hell with that when you remembered something emotional, ain't it?" She smiled and grabbed Mei's shoulder. "What are you thinking right now? Can we share it later on?"

"I am not thinking anything, and I am afraid that I cannot spare the details with you," she replied. "It was nothing, actually."

Shaelynn took a hint. "Is it about Yuzu?"

"I said it was nothing." She asserted and clenched her fists, ready to punch Shaelynn.

Shaelynn shrugged and let Mei calm down a little. She suggested. "We can stay here for an hour for you to tell it all about it, I'll make sure that the communication systems are offline," she reached her earpiece. "Commander, this is Shaelynn, and I'd like to acquire your permission to stay at the chateau for one hour. We will set-up a set of explosives and leave the place immediately."

Permission granted, Shae. We'll see you back at the base.

"Roger that, commander. Over." Shaelynn shut down the communication systems and said. "Let's go, if you want to talk about anything. There's no one eavesdropping other than me."

Her eyes widened for a moment, and she immediately closed it.

How can a dusty marble show my face, no, my phantom's face?

I'm standing on a balcony that once becomes a witness to our warmth – our beautiful wedding. I never thought that this assassin could ever fell in love with someone who loves to spread love throughout their lives. Ever since I know and feel love or compassion, I never recognized it as something simple, something you could do with your eyes blindfolded and get it done right away with 100 percent efficiency.

One thing I never get to understand is how you will teach me how to play blues and sometimes playing along with me singing the song you like – even I had to browse and search for the lyrics. Those memories began to fade as I kill another person, but when I came back here, it was all revealed like a revelation of some sort – and I know this is my redemption, my way to seek forgiveness.

It's not something personal, it's something we'd share together.

Your acoustic guitar.

Yes, your acoustic guitar.

I never knew that I could smile if I just get a glimpse of your acoustic guitar – which has no relation to your murder and my killings, and everything in between. A long lost love could be this emotional, no? It's for me to find out and your guitar is my redemption.

I don't understand why the dust didn't cover your guitar and rust the strings, but one thing I do know is that you loved that guitar more than you loved me as a sister and a companion to your sleepless nights.

Now the Emotionless shows her feelings once more – even in this form, a sense couldn't be stripped away from humanity as we seek redemption for the things we did, and it's an inevitable one. Your ashes will always here. I'll make sure to tell everyone that this place is haunted.

Plagued by our past lives, our memories, and our feelings.

Let them know that even in death – we're still married.

"Shae, can you grab that guitar for me?" Mei asked.

Shaelynn walked happily to the end of the hall. "Right away, Mei-san," she walked back. "Here's your guitar, Mei-san, should you requested it."

"Shae?" Mei called, glanced to Shaelynn who can't stand her tiredness.

"Yes, Mei-san?" she replied and smiled like a sleepy drunkard.

"You may sleep for a while here," she pointed at the sofa. "I'm sure that sofa is tempting you."

Shaelynn sighed and walks soullessly to the couch. "Honey, you don't know how tempted I am to put my back and my butt at the same time on that couch," she thanked. "Thank you, milady."

She strummed and played a set of power chords. "You're welcome, Shae."

The only thing I always want to ask is how love works. Many will say strangely.

And yes, it strangely did work.

It did work strangely.