The Lost Fiance

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They go to the address given by the police, but there's no one there. In fact, the whole house seems to have been inhabited for a while as the furniture was cover in white sheets and dust.

-Great, I lost him again- (Y/N) sits on the steps of the mansion, trying not to cry.

-He may come at some moment, Miss Voss- Gagnon sits beside her-. I'll keep looking for him around the city, anyway. I promise you, I'll find him, even if it's the last thing I do.

-You don't have to be exaggerated.

She stands up and walks to the car she had rented: a pastel blue Chevrolet Impala.

At the hotel, she's informed a man had called her while she was away. They give her the number, and she dials it at her room:

-Hallo?

-(Y/N), where were you?- Jackie asks, worried-. I went to look for you this morning for our usual Saturday tea, but Didi told me you had left in an urge to Texas. Is everything, okay?

She bites her lip, nervous.

-You have to promise me you won't tell anyone. Especially Bobby and Jack, I don't want them to be bothering me about it.

-You're scaring me, what's wrong?

-It's Klaus- Jackie gasps-. I thought I had finally found him, but... It was just another false alarm.

-Oh, dear, I'm so sorry- (Y/N) starts crying-. Listen, I know what I'm about to say may sound harsh and cruel, but... Maybe you should accept Klaus died in Vietnam.

(Y/N) had told everyone her fiance, Klaus, enlisted and didn't know about him since then.

-Jackie, I feel I can't breathe- (Y/N) sobs as she walks to the minibar.

After the first year stuck in the '60s, she had turned to alcohol to calm her sorrows and drown the constant memories that didn't let her sleep. She is used to be composed during the day, but at night, she empties entire bottles with the turntable blasting music so loud, she can't even hear her own thoughts.

Jackie doesn't know what to say.

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The next day, Gagnon tells her he'll drive thought the city and ask people if they've seen Klaus around. But (Y/N) can't just stay put and wait, she's way too anxious to do that. So, after Gagnon leaves and she finishes breakfast, she drives again to the mansion, hoping to find something that indicates her where he is.

As she parks in front of the house, she can hear music coming from it:

"Dum-da-dum, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da" 

Her heart skips a bit.

(Y/N) closes the door and runs to ring the doorbell, but no one answers, probably because the music was too loud.

"I've told ripples in a brook. Made my heart an open book. Why haven't I told you?"

-Klaus! Klaus is that you!?

She tries to look inside through the windows, but there's no one inside. Frantic, she follows the music to the small garden behind the house, where an open door guides to a pool. (Y/N) enters the place, not caring if she's trespassing. And as she gets closer to the water, time stops for her.

"Might as well confess, if the answer's yes."

It is him, it is really him, she has finally found him. He was there, laying on a pink floater, sunglasses on, and a beverage on hand. He looked different: Long curly hair and a new tattoo on his torso.

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