A familiar sight, a place that holds a library of memories of the most endearing creature that gave him hope, affection and trust.
No wonder that place called home, indeed, a house that has a backyard and some plants that grew tall in those years.
A typical countryside home that cost him, his efforts did not go in vain.
***
The sun shines through the curtain
and after the dark cloud seems to pass away, Samuel wakes up from his slumber.
He looked at his side, the empty side that once he admired then, now, he feels
like the silence continues, eating him waiting to rot and let his corpse be eaten day by day. He looked like a man weeping, breaking himself, tearing only to make his situation worse makes him go blind by his thoughts and tears.
He sighed. He glanced at himself and Charlotte's portrait smiles together at Rome,
coincidently, applied the same major in forensics and the same university makes
them more grown attached and that picture is the last day in Rome.
In front of a pantheon that holds memories.
He stretches his body, feeling exhausted
by the memories. He looked to his right, empty side of the bed.
Soon after, he comes to his senses to go fill his stomach aching for food as it yearns for
one. He goes downstairs, sees an emptiness yet the presence is still clear as
the day.
Not long after, he called Sir Harold
and said that he would meet him at 1 P.M. meaning that he will meet him in an
hour.
Sir Harold affirms his upcoming, so he will get ready for the detective.
Ended the call.
He sighed as looked upon his pantry and saw nothing good to eat as he rummaged through things there.
Sometimes he questioned himself about
ideals, religion, opinions and philosophy.
Now he questioned his resolution.
After he lost many of his loved ones, truly he does think of his persistence, but it's a long time ago.
He questioned it now but had no answer
to solve.
***
10 minutes later, he goes to the police department. He looked around in his view
of his workplace.
Tidy, clean and dusty a bit. He pondered for a moment and thought to himself
'How long did I not sit behind that desk, sending reports?'
He sighs with reluctance.
He touched the walls, smelling the scent of his office like a crappy box in mix with old manuscript scent. Look upon his racks,some are old ones, some are in Russian language and some French and he sat at his chair once holding him in great effort to do the reports of his case.
As he was lost in the midst of the scent, a knock came from outside, interrupting his
mind to go from being theoretical to ordinary standard mind.
"Come in." he allows the person waiting
for his admittance.
Shay enters his office and exaggerates a bit.
"Sam, mate! Long time no see, mate! I've
heard yer arrival from other officers. What's a crackin', mate?"
"I…wasn't feeling well, after my wife's
passing," as he firmly sighs and rises up from his seat and takes a book from his shelves and continues, "I just couldn't get any better, yet I know it takes time."
"Jeez mate, ye should rest or go into
therapy session or som'n, ye kno?" his Irish mixed scottish makes my mind a bit
hard to process because of his speed.
"And sorry for yer loss, it's a lot to
cope with but think realistically mate, just stand firm and don't let it cover
ye.", then, he places and pat his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"What yer lookin' for anyways?"
"Just an old case and reports, that's
all…and might have some insight after this.", Sam rummages through his drawers
seeking some old files. Shay nods and not wanting to bother him still back and
forth in his office to find some files.
"Alright, if anything ye want, seek me
yeah? Cheerios then!", he walked away and gestured wave with his hand signaling he bid farewell.
'Shay always has been the jolly one, sometimes, indeed he was serious in the field but after work always on the bright side, like he never knew grief, let alone know how my soul was tearing me into pieces so small that I felt I have no humanity left. Haven't felt things that are beautiful for a short span of time.'.
Samuel glances at his ring, reminding of his faint memories:
A cloudy day, the wind pushes people to make haste for what is about to come, the wind is unsympathetic like it wants to make everyone tremble.
Then comes the rain, so rinsed off the earth, tip by tip, and it starts to shower with such gentleness.
It is safe to say it's a wonderful rain
that washes the Earth for other things to live on this Earth. Such a blessing indeed.
At the streets, they stood up in the rain, corner of the streets with no cars in sight and no smoke that fills our lungs, only the smell of the rain and trees sways as the wind follows and the clouds like a puffy cotton only to
taste its sweetness.
"It's raining!", she felt the rinse of the rain on the tip of her nose. She smiles and as she tightens her hands holding my hands.
"We might get cold, Char— ", as I warned her, she hushed me with her finger and with her cute grin followed by her small giggle.
"Come on, Sammy! It's raining, let's
dance! It's not always we do this stuff, you know~! No cars, no people walk
around the streets. Just the two of us, Sammy.", as she dragged me along to be washed upon the rain that is cold that shivers my spine, yet it's worth it seeing her
smile and her hair following the gale like she is one of the most delicate creatures on the face of the Earth.
We were dancing and dancing as the rain
showers upon us, we laughed, we tease each other, we feel the bliss of the world and God had blessed us together and we felt His magnificent creating this world for us like Adam and Eve was in Garden of Eden.
As the world shifts, Samuel sees her
dying state in hospital bed.
"Sam…," she said with her tone is low
like a murmur yet loud enough to Samuel hear her words.
"y-yes, love? Do you want to eat? I-I'll
go find one for y-- ", she caresses Sam's cheek with her cold hand. She looked into his eyes that is he desperate to help her in a dying state.
"Be happy and live to pursue the truth, Sam." as she holding his hand firmly. The two of their eyes met, Samuel looked into her eyes with desperation for her to not let go of her hand, while Charlotte looked at him with ease and not to be afraid upon death's arrival, she accepted her fate, though her eyes tears, she was crying and as she let go of his hand hugged him tightly after that. "Fight for it, no matter how difficult it is, no matter what emotion you cling onto, Sam, learn and think that you exist in this world has its purpose. Your existence matters, even though you feel so doubtful and insignificant, remember that I will always be with you even after my physical body one with the Earth, My soul always clings in to you until death, we will meet again and gaze at the same star we admire.". She smiled at me with reassurance and hope.
"Thank you for these 4 years being in by my side, I'm grateful being your wife, though our life cut short, but still, I'm happy, happy for being with you 'till the end."
She smiles and Samuel was speechless, he thought that his efforts gone to waste to cure her mysterious decease.
'If she is gone, then, I have no purposed.'
'The nature has brought us together for
that we have been blessed together, until our last fading breath…and yet, I was mistaken. Truly am.'
As he looked at the ring he wore, then a subtle hint came through his head, he thought that to copped his internal struggle having not saving his wife, it is better to honor his wife wish to pursue the truth.
Thus he took the case, and he is on his way to the Sir Harold's manor, what lies after is according to the prophecy.