'It's been six years.
Vash and his brother, Knives, returned two years ago after keeping contact with us through mail.
Meryl and Vash were married less the a year later. I was the maid in waiting, or whatever you call it.
I cried that day.
I cried the day after and been doing so for the last four years. I cry because I will always be waiting. I cry because you are not here. I cry because it was a stillborn. I cried because...'
Her pen slid off the paper. Tear drops stained the torn and crinkled parchment. The ink began to smear.
He burst through the door. He rushed to her and put his arms around her.
"I'm here, dear. It is ok."
"Get away!"
She pushed him away and clawed at the table for bearing.
"Leave me alone!"
"But..."
Reaching for the drawer under the table, she pushed herself closer to the cracked mirror.
"Stay away!"
Opening the compartment, she removed the gun inside. Thrusting the gun at him, she took a step forward.
"Dear, what are you doing?!"
"Bring him back..."
"What?"
"I said, bring him BACK!"
The safety of the gun clicked.
"What are you talking about?"
She took another step to him.
"Bring him back, dammit!"
"Bring who back?"
He took a step back.
"Bring him back, you bastard!"
"What are you talking about?!"
He pressed himself against the wall. She pushed the gun to his temple.
"BRING WOLFWOOD BACK!"
A gunshot rang through the house of Mr. and Mrs. Millions Saverem at 2:49 am., Monday. Mr. Saverem was found dead by the door, gun wound through the temple, in Mrs. Saverem's bedroom. Mrs. Saverem was found dead in the same room, also by gunshot. An unfinished letter was found on the dresser. To whom directed is unknown.
Vash and his brother, Knives, returned two years ago after keeping contact with us through mail.
Meryl and Vash were married less the a year later. I was the maid in waiting, or whatever you call it.
I cried that day.
I cried the day after and been doing so for the last four years. I cry because I will always be waiting. I cry because you are not here. I cry because it was a stillborn. I cried because...'
Her pen slid off the paper. Tear drops stained the torn and crinkled parchment. The ink began to smear.
He burst through the door. He rushed to her and put his arms around her.
"I'm here, dear. It is ok."
"Get away!"
She pushed him away and clawed at the table for bearing.
"Leave me alone!"
"But..."
Reaching for the drawer under the table, she pushed herself closer to the cracked mirror.
"Stay away!"
Opening the compartment, she removed the gun inside. Thrusting the gun at him, she took a step forward.
"Dear, what are you doing?!"
"Bring him back..."
"What?"
"I said, bring him BACK!"
The safety of the gun clicked.
"What are you talking about?"
She took another step to him.
"Bring him back, dammit!"
"Bring who back?"
He took a step back.
"Bring him back, you bastard!"
"What are you talking about?!"
He pressed himself against the wall. She pushed the gun to his temple.
"BRING WOLFWOOD BACK!"
A gunshot rang through the house of Mr. and Mrs. Millions Saverem at 2:49 am., Monday. Mr. Saverem was found dead by the door, gun wound through the temple, in Mrs. Saverem's bedroom. Mrs. Saverem was found dead in the same room, also by gunshot. An unfinished letter was found on the dresser. To whom directed is unknown.