Numbness was the only thing she reacted when she saw Alton lifeless. There were no tears to fall from her eyes at that moment, with the shock that the scenario has slapped her. Only when she realised that Alton was not moving, did the tears fall… And days went by, Snow became a withered flower, when a month before, she was full of life. Her soul and being was taken from her. It was like being taken back to the time when she saw her parents die before her eyes. At least that wound was easily healed… This one, however, there was no certainty of it. When Alton died, he took everything with him of Snow. It’s not that she regret it. If anything, she felt at ease to have her love be taken by Alton to his grave. Another set of months went by… She still hasn’t gone to his grave. Everyday, she would just do letters for him, leaving it to his study as if at some point he will come back and read them all. When night falls she would end up touching herself, imagining that Alton is there, and at any moment he will take her to ecstasy like he would always do. But there was none of it… the familiar voice, the familiar touch… All gone. Then once she felt a force, making her decide to visit his grave, she was in a dress which she wore the first time they kissed. Smiles were all over her face, but eventually turned to tears. And like a child she spoke to him. ❝I hate you… I hate you so much… Please wake up… I need you… I only need you… Please wake up. Enough of your tricks Angus Alton… Wake up… Wake up…❞[ WOW I TOTALLY HAD REAL TEARS NO KIDDING I SWEAR I CRIED ]
