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CHAPTER 1
He was shivering and his hands were almost freezing when he walked into the cold, lighted streets of London. His eyes made a last check on his clothes and shoes, everything looked very fashionable. When entering the theater, the man's eyes briefly looked around the many unknown faces and he sat down to patiently waited for the concert to start. When the lights went down, a pianist entered the stage and played a series of pieces by Chopin and Schumann. What caught the man's attention was Schumann's Kinderszenen that suddenly made him flustered at that moment. He awoke to the sound of clapping coming from all over the place and the pianist was already leaving the stage. With a strange feeling, he was heading out of the theater when someone called him.
"Henry Wotton, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Alan Campbell. Long time no see!" said Henry surprised.
"Oh, hello Henry, I didn't expect to see you here today. I think that you haven't heard the news. Thank God I found you." said Alan.
Henry frowned. "Why are you saying that? Something happened?"
"There is no easy way to say this, but Dorian Gray passed away last night."
Henry could not believe what he heard. He froze and started to feel flustered again and now he understood why he felt that way before. Schumann's Kinderszenen was Dorian's favorite piece to play, since Basil Hallward gave it to him when he was at his studio.
"My condolences, my friend. He will be sorely missed." Alan said gravely.
Henry gave him a bittersweet smile and tried to find the right words inside his head. "Yes, he will. Thank you, Alan. If you excuse me, I would like to go home now."
Alan immediately said. "I can give you a ride home and…"
"No, please don't worry about it." said Henry. "You live far away and it is already late. You can go home Alan."
His friend hesitantly left the theater and Henry said goodbye. When Alan disappeared from his sight, Henry started to walk aimlessly in the cold streets of London. Many thoughts came across his mind and he didn't know how to react. Why did Dorian Gray pass away? What happened to him? Henry didn't know the answers either. When he got home, the warm place was filled with a soft scent of flowers and his servant welcomed him.
"You can go home now, Maurice." Henry said in a calm voice.
When his servant left, Henry sat on his sofa. Hours passed and it was already midnight. His house was well decorated and organized and he looked out the window, smelled the flowers that were next to him and started smoking his cigar. The moonlight came in through the window and reflected in his black eyes and hair. He untied his tie and closed his eyes, laying his head on the sofa. Suddenly, many memories with Dorian started to come into his mind, when they were together talking about the most trivial things in life. Those memories made him sigh and he felt indifferent to that. After Basil's mysterious disappearance and Dorian's death, what would his life become? His wife left him and the house was much quieter than the usual. The loneliness was much bigger than he thought.