As the sunlight started to die out, Lady Edna and I sat on a wooden bench in a small park, enjoying the peace of the evening. I felt a cool breeze flow past me, closing my eyes as the peacefulness of the moment helped soothe my aching head.

"Is your headache getting any better?" Lady Edna asked after a few minutes of silence.

I opened one eye and looked at her.

"...It is. Thank you for bringing me here."

I straightened myself up. If I wasn't careful, I could probably fall asleep here! Lady Edna smiled.

"Glad to hear. I hate to see my servants in pain."

She leaned forward a bit, her long red braid falling over her shoulder.

"When I was younger, I'd used to come to this park whenever I got the chance to come to London. I don't remember how I originally found it, but I've always loved how peaceful this park is. Like it is part of its own world where you can forget your worries and lose yourself."

Her voice trailed off as she got lost in her own thoughts.

"...You sound like you have a lot on your mind."

At the sound of my comment, Lady Edna tensed and sat up.

"You could say that. Running a business...as big as the one I have can be stressful. But it is all under control, so there is nothing to worry about."

She gave a large smile, hoping I wouldn't question her any further. But, I could see past that fake smile and see that she was desperate to hide something. I narrowed my eyes.

"I see. Though you have still yet to tell me what your business is. After all, you acted very secretive last time I asked about it."

Though the lighting was dim, I could faintly see Lady Edna's face paled. She avoided eye contact, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Look, Sebastian, I didn't mean to snap at you the way I did, but it really doesn't concern you. This is just something I have to face on my own and I can't let anyone else get involved."

I raised an eyebrow, noticing how insecure her soul was.

"Are you saying that you are in trouble?"

"...No. No I am not."

Liar.

Lady Edna looked into my eyes, and after a moment, a small smile came across her face.

"I don't know if anyone has told you this," she said, obviously trying to change the subject, "but you have the most beautiful eyes. That bright, almost glowing green makes them seem so exotic."

"I...uh..."

I could feel my face heat up really fast.

"I...thank you."

There was a short silence, a sense of nostalgia coming from those words. Someone had told me that before, saying they found beauty in my eyes...

"You may be a strange one...but your eyes are perfect."

...A voice. A sweet, female voice filled my ears, one that made my heart skip a beat. A voice...one that my heart seemed to recognize, but my memory didn't.

"...Sebastian?"

I could see Lady Edna's worried look. I smiled.

"Sorry, dozed off again. I'm a little tired, that's all."

Lady Edna studied me for a moment before she replied.

"...I am too. It has been a long day."

She stood up.

"Go ahead and get back to the townhouse," she ordered as she stretched her arms slightly. "I want to stop at one place before I make my way home."

I raised an eyebrow.

"What place?" I asked as I quickly stood up. "And can't it wait until tomorrow? It is getting awfully late."

Lady Edna smirked.

"It is. But with how late we've stayed, Daniel will lecture me and will not leave my side all day tomorrow, fearing that I will 'wander off.'"

She turned her back on me.

"It shall not take long, and I prefer to do this alone. I am capable of defending myself, so there is no need to worry. Goodnight, Sebastian."

She began to head out of the park. Taking a tight hold of my shopping bag, I ran to catch up to her.

"With all due respect, my lady," I said, walking beside her, "there is no way in hell I am letting you go alone. You can't expect me to just allow my mistress to just wander these dark streets by herself and not know where she is going!"

I crossed my arms and gave a stubborn look.

"And nothing you can say or do will change my mind otherwise."

Lady Edna looked up at me for a second. She gave a small smile and a soft sigh.

"Fine. I'll allow you to escort me, but once we reach the destination, I go alone. That is an order as your master."

"Fine, I agree," I replied. "But where are we going, exactly?"

"A cemetery," Lady Edna answered. "I want to pay my respects to...well, you could say my mentor, who passed away twelve years ago. I go by her grave every time I leave a business meeting, and I want to do it before the night ends."

I blinked. That...that was not what I was expecting.

"...Alright. And you are not at all afraid of going to a place like that alone at night?"

Lady Edna shrugged her shoulders.

"Why would I? What criminals hang out in cemeteries and even if they did, I have a pocketknife to protect myself. Nor do I fear the dark, so why be intimidated?"

A noblewoman willingly going off in the dark of night with a pocketknife in her procession, while also not being intimidated by the idea of being attacked...

"You are strange woman, you know that, right?" I commented. "I mean a really strange woman!"

Lady Edna laughed.

"And yet you are a strange man yourself. But is a little strangeness really a bad thing?"

Maybe...it just depends on how far that strangeness goes.

We then walked in silence, me walking close to Lady Edna's side as she lead the way to the cemetery.

"So...who was this mentor of yours?" I eventually asked to start up a conversation. "Was she a family member, the previous head of your manor, or what?"

It took a second before Lady Edna replied, as if she was thinking carefully of what words to say and how to say them.

"...Her name was Nora Holloway, who like me, was a well known noble who held a respectable trading business. When I...first became the head of the Redwood business, she helped me become the woman I am today and I owe everything I have to her."

Her eyes grew dark, a strong sense of grief overflowing them.

"I go to her grave to remind myself my debt to her, that I will never be able to fully repay because she died long before I became as...successful as I am now. And in many ways, she was like a second mother to me."

"I...see."

I could sense that this was a sensitive topic for her, her soul seeming to ache just mentioning it. I too became cautious in my word choice, as I didn't want to upset her by accident.

"Well," I said, "I bet she is...very proud of you for how far you came."

Lady Edna gave a small smile.

"For some things yes, but others no. There are many things that I have done that Lady Holloway would disapprove off. It is hard to say what she would truly think of me. But I don't think pride would be one."

I gave a puzzled look.

"Why wouldn't she be at least a little proud?" I questioned. "I might have only known you for a short time, my lady, but I know that she should feel proud for at least something! I mean..."

I began to list things from the top of my head.

"You are in charge of a successful business, you are extremely wealthy, you are respected by others and your servants, you are intelligent, you are unique, you are remarkably beautiful-"

My eyes widened. Shit...

At that last comment, Lady Edna stopped where she was and gave me a strange look. Quickly recovering, I gave an uneasy smile.

"Well, what I mean by that is that you are very charming, my lady! You are very persuasive that you could drive any man wild...if you wanted to! Especially if you dressed in red, which would make you even more beautiful...to any nobleman who you had your eye on...!"

I continued to ramble on and on, a big smile on my face as I tried to make up for my slip of tongue. Damn...why do I always do the dumbest of things while I'm around her?!

"Sebastian."

Once she said my name, I immediately became silent.

"...Yes, my lady?" I replied, still smiling big.

Lady Edna met my gaze.

"It is alright. I take no offense to it," she said gently. "I understand what you are trying to do. Although..."

It was hard to tell, but I could have sworn a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"...I do feel flattered by it."

Avoiding eye contact, she continued on her way. I walked silently beside her, it taking a moment to sink in what she said. Lost in our own thoughts, it did not take long for us to be at the front gates of the cemetery. Just like what we agreed, I allowed Lady Edna to go inside alone while I waited beside the front gate. I didn't like her going in to a creepy, dark, haunting place like this by herself, but I've already pushed things with her as it was. Leaning against the brick wall, I placed my hand over my forehead and groaned.

God, why did I do that?! Oh look, a woman with pretty red hair, now lose all your common sense and be mesmerized by her beauty like a young lady would be mesmerized by a dark, handsome man! And what was with me and that color anyway? Why do I love that color so much, why does every time I see something with that color I automatically think of it as beautiful, why do I feel so attached to this red coat I always long to wear? Why, why, why?!

"He he he, this is sure an unusual sight!"

Removing my hand from my face, I glanced over to see someone leaving the gates of the cemetery. Carrying a shovel, a man who wore all black approached me, his long silver hair covering most of his scarred face. Upon seeing him, I could feel my head start to ache again.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself, young one?" the old man asked with a large grin. "It is a bit unusual to be out here this late at night."

"I'm waiting for someone to finish paying her respects," I replied slowly. "And...who exactly are you to be asking these questions?"

The dark man gave a creepy chuckle. For some reason, hearing him laugh like that sent chills down my spine.

"He he he! Why, I am an undertaker!" the mysterious man finally answered. "This is my cemetery and I'm just now on my way home after a long day of work."

He moved closer to me, to the point I could feel his hot breath hit my face.

"So...how long do you plan on staying out here? Are you waiting for something to happen, if I may ask?"

"Uh, yeah, my mistress coming back from visiting her friend's grave."

Annoyed, I pushed the mortician away from me. I studied him for a moment, and the more I looked at this man, the more I felt that I did know him.

"Look, I know you are probably busy and all," I said, even though a part of me really did not want to speak another word to this crazy old man, "but can I ask you something?"

Undertaker's smile dropped to a frown, giving a curious expression.

"If you want. What do you wish to ask me?"

I took in a deep breath of air.

"...About a month ago, I was found by my current employer on her property gravely injured, and when I woke up, I had lost all of my memories. While I have physically recovered, I am slowly trying to remember who I was. And I can't help but feel I've met you once before."

I sighed.

"So, do I at all look familiar to you, and if I do, can you help me find out who I was?"

There was a long silence, Undertaker taking the time to study me carefully. Or at least I think he was, seeing as I couldn't see his eyes behind his overly long bangs. Eventually, a large smile made its way to his face.

"He he! So that explains it!"

He giggled softly.

"I'm sorry, my friend, but you must be mistaking me for someone else. Rarely do I work with the living or take the time to get to know them..."

He turned his back towards me.

"However, I do have some advice for you," he said, giving me one last look. "Even if you do find out who you were before, you will never fully recover to the person who you once were. Already, your mind and spirit have begun to change to form a different persona, so even if you reclaim your memory, you can never go back to being the same person. If I were you, I would not even try to recover the past and only look towards the future. With your memory gone, this is the time to start a new life for yourself."

He smiled.

"Also, be weary of the men with the same eyes as yours. They will only bring you sorrow and imprisonment if you allow one of them to find you."

And with that, he walked away.

"...Wait, men with eyes just like mine?" I called out. "What are you talking about?!"

I was about to chase after him, for he seemed to know more than he let on, but I stopped myself as I saw Lady Edna coming out of the cemetery.

"Sebastian, what are you doing?" she asked. "You look like you are about to chase someone."

"I..."

I glanced back in the direction Undertaker walked off to. There were barely any lanterns down the road, making the area pitch black and literally impossible for me to try to find him. Damn, someone who may have been from my past he just disappeared!

"...It's nothing," I finally said out loud. "I just thought I saw someone. False alarm."

I picked my bag up and walked up to Lady Edna's side.

"Are you ready to return to the townhouse, my lady?" I asked.

Lady Edna nodded.

"Yes. I look forward to a peaceful night."

We began our way back to the townhouse.

"However, Sebastian, I request something from you," Lady Edna mentioned unexpectedly. "And that is when we are alone like this, I would prefer if you just refer to me by name alone, no formalities attached."

My eyes widened. Wait what?

"Uh...if you want me to," I answered, slightly shocked. "But...is that a good idea? I mean, I have nothing against it personally, but for a servant to address his mistress so causally..."

"In the public's eye, yes it would be improper," she responded firmly. "Even in front of the other servants, it would be looked down on. But when it is just you and me, alone like this...there is no one to chastise us."

She looked up at me.

"Besides, you are the first person in a long time I feel that I can get close to. So unless you are not comfortable with it...please just call me by my name."

She looked deeply into my eyes, a look of hope glowing her gaze.

I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen if I got too close to her, that I should do my best to keep some boundary between us. But...my heart told otherwise, and against my better judgment, I met her eyes and smiled.

"If that is what you wish."

She smiled. "Thank you, Sebastian."

"You are welcome...Edna."