[ Flash Back]
Two days Earlier
April 25th, Stellar Year 2926
Dylan was leaning against the black memorial stone of Lena when Ash brings him a letter. Dylan never opens it until he gets home. As he open it when Dylan sits on chair beside ceiling to floor window. He already knew to whom this letter belongs.
"It belongs to me... Perhaps old me... Perhaps this me.." Dylan murmured to himself.
[ The old me... The one that died on excat that day..]
He hesitantly opens the letter and begins to read it's contents. On beautiful white paper are some character in golden shining ink written by pen in a unique manner. Each one of eight words contain sparks of hidden emotion.
"Dear Son Dylan! Won't you come me?"
Dylan read it and place the letter on the coffee table besides him. After some time, Dylan walk upstairs into his bedroom. The window beside the bed is wide open and cool breeze is coming inside. He remembers that he closed the window before he left the house this morning. This place was once called home. This place was a home to him when Lena was still alive but now it's nothing but a place enclosing. This house appears stranger to him and give him no more warmth. Dylan lays down on bed and close his eyes. His long but beautiful hairs falling on his eyes and cheeks. The curtains of window moves along with air. The cool breeze come inside the room with all it's might, moving hairs from his eyes. There was a fluttering voice of paper with it. Dylan opens his eyes slowly and saw a piece of white floating in air smoothly above him. He reach out his hand unconsciously and the papers lands smoothly on his plam, like it was a desire to be with him. Dylan feel warmth in his palm. The paper in itself contains a strange warmth. Dylan turn to other side and unfolds the paper.
At first paper was blank and nothing appeared on it but then one by one character start to appear as someone is writing them from other side. His eyes grew wider as he recognised the hand writing. His hand begin to shake..
To Dylan Al'Xander
Darling I love you so much...
This might reached you at a time when I ceased to exist darling.....
I'm sorry for breaking my promise...
I'm sorry for going before you....
I'm sorry Dylan for leaving you....
I'm sorry Dylan.....
I didn't mean it Dylan.... "
At the end of page were some characters with blood on them and her sign.. Dylan tries to read but words were not clearly written as if the writer was in great pain.
He stays there not moving at all for a while but this letter has open all the wound...
All the old wounds.....
His heart start to skip beats.....
His heart's wound start to bleed....
Bleeding again....
Wait....
Bleeding never stops...
All of sudden Dylan feels lonely and inside he was scared of this loneliness. The house in itself was alive. All the daily rituals are continuing to be but for Dylan Al'Xander, it was dead...
The house was dead...
The ritual were meaning less....
and dead don't talk... And dead don't need rituals..
He read the letter over and over again but the feeling boiling inside of his heart do not settle down. At last he move a bit and that cast him a lot more energy, it bring a lot more pain. He place the letter above his heart.... The piece of paper smells like her... He sits slowly and finally he stand up... But he was like a soul less body.... A living dead.... He reached the wine collection that an elderly person from outside the Kingdom has sent for him. There were total of ten wine bottles with label of year they were made.
" A hundred year from now, my ancestors brew this wine from real grapes and instructed this to give to one who claims and do what never done. Perhaps they were telling us about you. So please accept this humble gift from us." Dylan Read the note and opens the wooden box. Inside of kitchen by the window in a pot are some lavender flowers blooming. He drunk the whole bottle of wine. He never gets drunk not even when he drink a hundred year old wine. Soon he get tired of this lonely house.