Lifeless Cry

It doesn’t matter anymore – whether his sanity was intact or not.

Gilt left Arianne’s lifeless body down to her music room, where she loved to sing and play piano. He remembered those days when Arianne would sneak into his chambers, begging him to buy various instruments. He always thought that this is her way of getting his attention. Gilt has been busy these days. In fact, he hasn’t remembered the last time she took Arianne out.

A pang of guilt burned inside.

Despite all of his efforts in an attempt to suppress his humanity, Gilt couldn’t stop his mind from altering its disposition. Perhaps, this was his curse, that no matter how hard he tried, the image of her still-dead body will remained grave deep in his mind.

The fire finally took over the mansion.

He laid her down on her bed and looked around the room. The paintings she made once burned to ashes, the dress she crafted – silver and crimson silken design slowly peeled by the flames. He painfully looked away.