so i have been trying to write this for a really long time but i've been able to do it just right quite yet, but this time is feels better. so yeah, i hope that you enjoy it and please revieeeeeew! thanks
Ch 1: Bad News from Abroad
YELLOW LIGHT FILTERED THROUGH THE WINDOW and pooled on the floor, spilling across stacks of books and suspicious items in glass bottles. A dark figure sat alone on a sagging chair, his black hair dangling around his face while he stared down at a weathered photograph that was clenched between two white fists. He didn't raise his head to look at the musty mess that was his home and he didn't even glance up when a cat's yowl sounded from the street.
Unconsciously he reached into a pocket that was buried deep in his black robes and removed a small object, which he clenched as he stared at the photograph as if wishing to fall into it. He opened his fist, a small gold ring rested in the middle of his palm. He sighed heavily, on the photograph was a picture of a smiling woman with dark skin and large brown eyes. She was glancing from the pallid man beside her that was barely mustering a smile and the camera. Her face was young and there was an unmistakable dark beauty mark above the left corner of her lip. The man beside her was a much younger version of the man that sat gazing at her, his eyes dark and his face unreadable in the quiet of an empty house.
His form slouched with grief, the fireplace was still warm, but no longer alight after the news that was just delivered to him through it. This woman was part of a past that he had nearly forgotten, but now he had been shaken by a new grief, this one as fresh and raw as anything else that he could remember. He knew that he had to do something, sitting here was tearing him up inside, he knew that he would have to say goodbye. Say goodbye for the second and most final time.