The summer breeze chilled the air. Reminding it what specific day of the month it was. The smokey air enveloped the sky, darkening from inside out. Just how England was supposed to be around the funeral. Except, the rain had not made its presence.

The girl stood in front of the grave as everyone dispersed. Her eyes darkened at the name. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Their loved one would eventually leave this awful world for a paradise.

The girl only closed her eyes and took a deep breath in order to not scream out to the world how unfair it was. She never wanted this to happen to a certain level. No one even bothered saying anything.

How could they? When they were the reason her loved one is dead.

She sighed as she heard steps coming from behind her and didn't turn to see who it was. Only to feel the warmth of her beloved's arms wrapped around her and the warm kiss on her head.

"Are you ready?" he asked, rubbing her pale arms.

She turned to him. His brown hair tied down to a small tail as his grey eyes met her blues. She cupped her sharp jaw and hugged him. She missed this. It has been a few days since she saw Oliver again.

"Jane?" he looked down at her in worry.

"I'm fine."

Oliver hummed as he narrowed his eyes at the tall man walking towards them. The man's once blond hair turned pale at the age. His thick beard turned white. But you can tell the familiarity of his black-coal eyes and the tapping of his cane as he leaned on it.

Jane had to restrain herself from throwing herself at the man. He cleared his throat and stood tall.

"She is gone. I'm sure she was functional when she walked on this earth. May I know what was the cause of death?" He asked.

His unaffected expression was still the same it was when she first met him. He was bone-chilling to look at, but now he is just a pathetic senile old man.

"Poison," Oliver spoke, noticing Jane glaring at the man.

The man hummed and closed his eyes. He nodded and looked at Jane. "I see, send my condolences to Mr. Porter as well. I'm sure we will see each other again."

Jane saw his lip quirk up slightly before walking away. She sighed and stood firmly before speaking up.

"Sir Vincent."

Vincent turned to her, giving her his full attention. "If I may, I would like to know what happened that night. After all, she is gone. I deserved to know now. What happened to her parents?"

He hummed turning and walking away. The breezy air turned colder as the sky clouded, covering the gray sun. The sound of thunder was heard as his cane tapped on the floor.

"They're with the red-haired devil of course."

The lightning struck the sky, revealing the name of the tomb.

Brook Quinn

1892-1911

Published: March 7, 2022

Word Count: 533