Every corner he turned struck him right in the chest, pierced him even.
Persephone was right, Arabella had brought so much change in the shortest periods of time than it ever took him to accept anything in life since birth.
Every hallway he walked sent that sense of incompleteness. That feeling that something was missing from it and yet nothing had shifted aside from the lack of… Arabella's voice.
In the past weeks, he'd gotten used to projecting his hearing and catching her words, laughter or even cries.
It hadn't occurred to him how often he'd been doing it until it all stopped so suddenly.
The vampire was left wondering about foreign things such as whether he should bury her in that dress or not.
Would she have wanted that?
Silas had sunken so deep into such contemplation that the footsteps walking straight towards him had been eclipsed.
No sign of life mattered or drew his attention until Ada stood in his way.
