A/N: Awfully short chapter, I know. The shortest I've ever written. Heck, even this author's note might be longer! I hope at least someone will like it nonetheless. pammazola and Mermaid Monster, thank you for your lovely reviews! They totally made my day! I was smiling like an idiot to myself for at least an hour after I read them. And even though I don't write for the sake of reviews (...no, not really...no, I don't...), they really do boost my mood *nudgenudgeclickyreviewbuttonclicky*
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Chapter II
The empty room was still full of her. Her voice, her soul—
No, not her soul. Anything but her soul.
Sebastian licked his lips and his eyes darted to the lady's dressing table, where her beloved trinket-box—a small, rectangular mahogany box—lay shrouded in cobwebs. It had lost its luster over the years and would have been dull even in its better days, had it not been artfully decorated by his lady's slender fingers—
His lady.
He picked up the box, gently wiping off the filth. An intricate floral pattern revealed itself atop the lid, etched into the wood. The design had been first drawn with a pencil, then carefully carved and colored with oil paint.
There was something else on the dressing table. A little square of yellowed paper, tucked beneath the trinket-box. Sebastian took off his gloves to unfold it, making an effort not to tear it apart.
It was a suicide note.