-The Library-

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The rain pattered against the library windows as I wrote a letter to Eleanor. Her name wanders my mind restlessly.

The love of my life was now gone. I would watch my letters float up to the skies as they burned into ashes.

Dear Eleanor,

You were beautiful, your movements throughout the ballroom would gather all eyes. You were elegant. In my heart, you were a devil. I wish to feel the touch of your lips on mine again soon.

Your loving, kind, beautiful smile will forever stay with me,

even after death.

I wrote to her all the hours. Until the rain calmed down. I was intertwined in my thoughts and emotions.

It was already a quarter to 12 once the rain had turned to mist. I was alone in this immense library. I couldn't stay here any longer. I could feel an essence around me.

I quickly paced through the long tables to reach the only exit.

I felt alone in this vast world.

As I look behind, I can recognize her. Standing there beyond me was the same lady had loved before we parted.

"Ada, my love."

The mysterious voice of Eleanor filled the room, nearly as an echo. Only a sliver of space remained between our two entities.

A warm feeling filled the empty room as Elenore stepped closer. While the moonlight fell through the musty glass, her silhouette was visible.

Standing there before I was Elanore.

Her lips had the same red velvet tint as the last day she breathed in the ballroom. Waltzing to classical music.

That night she whispered in my ear, "Poison will resolve the quandaries of our era with minimal effort, for me at least." A sly smirk slipped through her lips before she disappeared into the vast crowd.

Puzzled, I roamed the endless halls of the castle. Never once did I feel uneasy.

At the strike of midnight, the halls felt sickening as I stumbled to reach the wide ballroom doors.

"Poison!" yelled the maid.

"madam Eleanor has died of poison!"

As Eleanor stood before me, the reality of that night became clear.

Poison.

In the hopes to take me with her, Eleanor had slid a hint of undetectable arsenic into my glass that night.

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