The keys dropped time and time again, not until the fifth time did she manage to shakily unlock the door.
With a "bang", she forcefully closed the front door.
Leaning against the wall, Jasmine Yale stared blankly at everything within her home.
God, she just couldn't comprehend for a long time.
Charles Mcintosh said, Sylvan Cheney is dead.
He said he's dead.
Jasmine Yale pinched her palm, exerting a lot of force.
It hurts, it hurts a lot.
This is not a dream, she's not having a dream, Charles Mcintosh was here, he told her, Sylvan Cheney is dead.
This is not a dream.
Jasmine Yale clutched her chest, her head aching to the point of bursting.
The man who had been with her for twelve years... was dead, left forever.
From this day on, there will be no Sylvan Cheney, there will be no Mr. Cheney.
Jasmine Yale stumbled into the bedroom, her footsteps unsteady, her entire body succumbing to a stifling chill, it came in waves.
