1For years her laugh still echoed through the halls, and for years you could almost hear the soft tap of her feet on the stone floor.
Almost.
Ringing faintly in the back of their heads, the soft chime of Didyme's laugh. The memories of her smiles.
Just memories.
Marcus never smiled again. He never laughed. No one ever spoke her name, and most contact was avoided with both parties. It seemed all existence was nothing to him, and it was nothing. Because what was a life without a reason.
No reason at all.
The flowers she kept wilted and blew away with the wind. Empty vases with crushed flowers, or preserved roses never moved. No one dared touch them. No one dared dust the cobwebs away. Maybe because, well, quite simply it was hers. And maybe, in the back of everyone's minds, that one day she would glide back into their lives, and color would be brought back to the world. And laughter would grace the cold castle walls. And Marcus would smile.
And the cobwebs would be dusted.