Title:
Dust
Character(s): Hero, Lady Grey
The letter was delicate; yellowed, and brittle with age. It could crumble in an instant, if he tightened his hand. The words were written in desperate, messy cursive, but he could still decipher the damning words. The words that Amanda's ghost spoke were fresh in his mind, echoing relentlessly. She had moved on, but the one thing she left behind was resting gently in his palm.
He heard the approach long before the night air drifted into the room. From his peripheral vision he could see the violet dress, dark with the shadows that surrounded them both. Lady Grey—Elvira—stood at the threshold of the basement, regarding the letter with a sneer.
"So… now you know." She stated it idly, like it was but a simple fact.
"So now I know," he confirmed.
He looked up at her, face dimly illuminated by the light filtering through the cellar door. He could see the small frown on her face in place of her typical smirk.
"You can still have me." She whispered.
He offered her a smirk and closed his fist, crumbling the letter in his hand. Dust fell through his fingers, mixing into the puddles on the floor.
Gone.
