They say the smallest coffins are the heaviest, but the burdens of the past are astonishing.
Funerals are supposed to be events when the past is buried, but for Brendon Urie it happened to be a profitabile moment to dig up the truth about his lover...
Ryan knew he should have expected that from the beginning, but his mind wouldn't have warned him that would be so soon. It seemed like the piece of paper in his hands warned him about a disaster without even reading its content, but the worries were lesser form time to time during the acceptance of what it meant. "To Ryan Wilson." That would have been enough to met him know that no one else should find out about it, being suspicious as he began to question it.
"To Ryan Wilson,
There is only a way to express how thankful we can be as we found out from the press what you have comitted. We can only presume your trust have been earned as we managed to clean up the evidence of your doing, as it was also in our advantage. Your hit was a proof of courage and also a step forward our desired results. The heir of the sentor's fortune should've received already the rights to her father's properties. Among that there would be a particular box that contains what we are needing.
One fact about the deceased is that he was a paranoid bastard who knew that our purpose was retrieving the key we once owned, so getting the key that was inside the box is impossible without a particular knowledge that I assume that must be something shared between generations. Something Mary Jackson know, but isn't aware of yet. Our only chance is for her to remember as the box is made after a system designed by DaVinci himself. It seemed like in his case, crazy equals genius.
We don't lack trust in your precaution as we know you know the right thing to do. Let your patience be your main virtue,
Gerard Way"
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Short story, Mary Jackson accepted the condoleances from the lawyer quicker than the rights to her father's fortune. Among money and properties that she received and couldn't count less in her eyes, the note in his testimony that attested the existance of a particular box was found intriguing by the senator's daughter. And the reason behind that is that the knew the day she've seen that box, as no one should remind her what was its content. The worry became overwhelming over the thought of her father's words that hoped she would never have to use its content.
"But my biggest wish for you is avoiding it at all costs"
Little did she knew that it was just the beggining, and the thing she one was the modern Pandora's box. Ryan hid one letter in one of his drawers and hoped to forget it there forever. Now all he had to do is wait...but for how long?
"And it was the box of your father?" Brendon asked suspiciously as the watched Mary jubilate like a child in that chiffon dress he never saw before, carring the box like the precious artefact it was, like it was all that has left to remeber her of her paternal figure. The "sanctuary" seemed more cheerful than ever even with all those dusty books and tables stained by sulphur and lead over time.
