"Liza …" came out her voice.
So soft.
So sensual.
She called her name out in secret. The whisper filled with such strong emotions.
A blurred image began to simmer in front of her eyes. The chateau lit up in a gentle candlelight.
The smell of rot and death dissipated to leave behind a sweet lingering smell. The smell of daisies. The ruins turned to walls; the windows shone bright. The far end on the right side woven as before with patterns of metal lacing in and out of each other as handcuffs hung loosely from them.
The tiles seemed moist, like it was echoing with the wet passion that it bore from its memories. Of the moans it absorbed underneath its surface.
The image became clearer.
The woman stood there looking at Liza. A sadness buried in her eyes. The sadness of separation.
"Why did you leave?"
