CLOSED º OPHELIA
His future wife had disappeared. Sure, Josiah had been rejected in the past, and he had learned to take those rejections for what they were eventually, but this rang differently. Ophelia had disappeared, with no further contact, leaving him and Léonie behind to wait for her. That had been enough to unsettle him, disturb him in ways he hadn’t let himself get caught up in years. If anyone had hurt or so much as touched a hair of her head --- And then Léonie had disappeared, too. Upon returning home to the loss of both women in his life, he’d nearly abused what he’d been given, come perilously close to unleashing hell on whoever was responsible.
Half or all of his above troubles could’ve been resolved had he just read any of the letters he’d been sent, but he’d never been in the right space for that. And, the more he’d found out about the city they were trapped in, the less forgiving he felt.
Nearly a full day after arriving in the doomed bubble of a city, he’d found his way towards the main sources of all his pain. The only cure for the ache deep inside him that wouldn’t be satisfied until he looked upon their faces once more.
“Ophelia,” he called in a whisper, hand pressed to the front door of the estate, reaching out towards her with something more than sound, something that he hoped would get to her wherever she happened to be -- where her essence felt strongest.
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