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When I woke up my head was hurting

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When I woke up my head was hurting.

I couldn't find neither Hades nor my cloths on me like every night.

I glanced around the room to find my dress and shoes along with my scrap panties laying on the floor away from the bed.

The clock showed one in the noon and I vaguely recalled Hades leaving last night saying he had some work to do.

He said he'd be back around morning but the room didn't show any trace of him.

Like usual his tie wasn't on the floor nor was the room filled with the fresh scent of his soap, like everyday after he showers.

There was no alluring feeling in me that comes when he sprays his cologne.

It was like he never came.

With the thought heavy on my head, I get down from the bed walking over to the bathroom.

A cold shower and two asprins later, I dress myself in one of Hades's old tee and my pastel leggins and make my way down to see the whole estate silent instead of the maids running about, cleaning and taking laundries, everything was so silent.

I walked to the kitchen and the sight almost made me question myself about coming here.

The batter of something was littering on the floor, the burned was burning and on the floor a teary eyed Don Vincent held a sobbing Rosaline.

Her sobs were quiet and shook her body.

What the fuck happened? And where the fuck is everybody.

"Rosaline?" I called pit entering the kitchen and kneeling beside her. "Wh-what's wrong?" I asked.

I felt as if I was invading a couples privacy but her silent screams made me want to cry too. And the tears are so different then I have ever seen.

Her tears as if came from a very deep place than most other peoples. She was as if heart broken. Devastated.

"Lucia." Don Vincent sighed. "Why...why don't you go to your room, Love? I'll get you when it's time sí?" He said in a fatherly tone but it felt as if differentiating me from the family.

I couldn't help but feel a bit hurt from his words.

"Go, Lucia." He urged. "She needs to mourn."

Mourn?

Mourn who?

What the hell?

Reluctantly I walk up and sit on the bed with a pop.

Why isn't he back yet?

And who does Rosaline want to mourn?

Where is all the people in the house?

I walk out again and take the corridor path. At the end there is Ben's room.

I knock. But a reply doesn't come.

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