Goodnight, Socialite

II: Here's What You've Done

*Danielle's POV*

Black smeared tears flow from my eyes and meet the paper on which i write. My hands move effortlessly and sloppily across the parchment and my quill brushes the side of my cheek every so often. The sensation should make me feel a little more calm, but it doesn't. Nothing could make me calm now.
That man... The love of my life, was a lie. He was the embodiment of heartbreak and betrayal, all wrapped up in a welcoming embrace and a warm smile. I couldn't bear to think of him anymore, but no matter how hard i tried to put him out of my head, in the end, he was my last thought.
Signing the letter,
- Your dearest Danielle
I closed the letter with my family crest in wax and set it by his bed. Setting the letter down, my fingertips brushed his bed. I couldn't stop my fingers from finding his pillow, which sent me into madness. It all held his scent which hypnotized me. I fell forward and clutched his pillow, imagining i was clinging to his warm figure, but when i opened my tear filled eyes, reality hit me mercilessly.
The sad truth was, i was alone.
I would die alone.
Surrounded by him, even when i knew he was so far away; so unaware.
Rolling off of the bed, i walked over to the dresser to retrieve the knife that i had set down earlier when something in the mirror's reflection stopped me. A beautiful bouquet of roses sat on a table in the corner. I had always loved roses, such magnificent things they were.
I immediately turned to retrieve a rose, but when i grasped the stem, a harsh pain shot through me.
"Oh!"
My shout of pain echoed through the mansion before returning to my ears and fading again. These roses, they reminded me of him more than anything in the room: lovely and painful, but i would fix them.
Taking up all the roses into my arms and retrieving the knife as well, i quickly ran down the hall to my suite.
As i reached the room, i quickly threw all of the roses onto the bed, paying no mind to the bloody gashes their thorns trailed along my arms. One by one, i began to slice the thorns off of the lovely flowers. Each one removed felt like i was confessing a sin. Blood stained sins that left me with terribly beautiful scars.
After a while, the pain not only became tolerable, but oddly... Enjoyable.
When my thoughts were filled with a much worse form a pain, the feeling of physical pain brought me to the only safe haven i had left: The present. Reality. Existence.
Each drop of blood...
Gave me life
While managing to steal it at the same time.
It was a magnificent balance of love and loss, life and death, darkness and the light.
How strange it all was; the pleasure of pain, and how i miss it.
When all the roses had been groomed and left in their beautiful array, i simply vanished. Left the room like a cloud of smoke to linger in the halls one last time.
My fingertips brushed the walls, leaving behind the scent of roses from each thorn i had removed and the blood they had removed in turn. My thoughts settled, and my mind focused back to my original duty.
Once i had returned to the hallow shell of my fiancee's suite, my heart began to sink again, forcing a tear from my eye.
Stay calm.
Focus on the breathing
Until it's over.
My thoughts were simple, yet so heavy.
Stepping up on the short stool and placing the rope softly around my neck, i breathed my last with the words of my last letter to him.

"My dearest one,
Here's what you've done."