This is just a quick thing I thought up. Although Professor Layton 3 was released ages ago and I played it ages ago the ending still provokes sadness every time I play. No matter how many times I play it I still feel sad. I feel I need to write this to express my views on what happened. Enjoy!
He stared longingly out of his empty apartment's window. It was the day after Claire was cruelly snatched away from him. He just couldn't stand the pain that was brought on by it. He thought he'd of cried out all of his sadness by now but it had only offered temporary relief. Crying had just been like a bandage. It aided the wounds on the surface but not the constant internal pain; the pain coming deep from his heart. All it did was ease the shock of the loss. He had tried to tell himself that this couldn't be happening. He had only recently talked to Claire and now she is lying somewhere in a cold, desolate morgue. He shuddered at the thought. All he wanted was to see her beautiful face. Not bruised and deathly pale during identification but smiling up at him from across the table during a celebratory dinner that they should have had. These thoughts caused warm tears to build in the corners of his eyes until the pressure grew too much and they slowly fell down his cheeks. Gently he pulled out his handkerchief and wiped them away. He was trying to stay strong and be brave. Claire wouldn't want him to remain sad and depressed; then again he was sure Claire would rather be still alive and still with him. She was so young, too young. She had so much ahead of her and, in the blink of an eye; it had been taken away…by…him. That evil greed-hungry Bill had gotten his precious money in exchange for the lives of ten innocent people including his beloved. His sadness was replaced by anger. He could feel his fists clasping tightly together. If it wasn't the fact he was trying his best to be the perfect gentleman some rather ghastly words would have entered his vocabulary. He knew Claire had always wanted him to be a true gentleman and he knew he couldn't let her down. He continued to stare out of the window. He knew it would be much more bearable than staring at anything in that room. Everything reminded him of her: the many photographs, belongings, furniture, everything. But the one thing that was hardest was the mirror. This is because he had to stare at what stood atop his head. Only hours before her death he had received this and to think he had actually hesitated on wearing it. Well not any more he was going to wear this hat and keep his promise. It was her last dying wish so it must be fulfilled. He wanted to make Claire proud. When he started as Professor of Archaeology he wants to be recognised. Now it's not just for him but for Claire as well. There is no way he can bring her back but he can vow to live his life for her and keep the memory of her alive.
Thanks for reading! :)