Our Beautiful Constellation
Hyacinth's POV
Rest In Peace
Cephues Anastasia Salvatore
Date of Death: December 12 20XX
Date of Birth: January 17 20XX
"At least I die happy"
I stood solemnly before my wife's tombstone. The inscriptions on her headstone drew my gaze, each word reverberating with disbelief, as if the quotes etched into the stone were meant for someone else, someone distant and unreal.
The cemetery was bathed in a stark, unforgiving light, the sun casting elongated shadows that seemed to stretch forever.
A cold breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint, haunting scent of pine, and rustling the leaves in a melancholic symphony.
The few people present were dispersed among the graves, each absorbed in their own silent reveries and personal grief.
I lingered there, allowing the stillness to permeate my being, amplifying the void left by her absence.
The cemetery's serene atmosphere stood in stark contrast to the tempest raging within me.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, I sought solace in the tranquility around me.
"You're so stupid, you know? Too fucking stupid... But I love your stupidity. I fell in love with you and your stupidity and I hope you know that." I whispered to myself as I stared intently at the tombstone, my breath mingling with the cool air of the graveyard.
The silence around me was almost deafening, amplifying the weight of my thoughts.
I had nothing more to say; I simply stood there, frozen in time, letting the memories wash over me.
Minutes turned into an eternity until my heart could bear it no longer, and I turned to leave.
Climbing into my YNGARD Roadster D23, I drove back to the mansion, the engine's purr a faint distraction from the solitude that awaited me.
Arriving at the grand, yet empty house, the familiar sensation of loneliness enveloped me once again.
This mansion in Italy, with all its opulence, never felt like home.
Yes, I had chosen to remain here, opting for online classes, a rare and almost impossible privilege granted by my school.
But nothing is truly impossible for me; I have my ways of bending reality to my will.
This house, once bustling with the activity of countless helpers, now stood silent. I was genuinely alone here.
As I stepped into my room, memories flooded back-of the days I would peer through the window, hoping for a glimpse of her, hoping to see Cephues.
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Our Beautiful Constellation
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