Vivian saw Lord Alexander's hand which was stretched in front of her, looking up at him and then his hands knowing he wanted to confirm if what she claimed was to be true or not. Placing the gloves to rest on her lap which was still a little wet, she wiped her hands on her black gown and finally took hold of his hand which didn't take long for her to pick one of his memory of pain.
With her eyes closed, she felt herself transport, her vision which had been dark filling up with colour as the memory of Lord Alexander from his past turned vivid.
She stood in a cemetery, surrounded by a lot of tombstones which were compactly put next to each other with not much space for the other. It was the time of midnight as the moon was up in the sky which had no stars to twinkle.
