Moving On

= Moving On = Posted by : White_Caribou on Mar 22, 2018, 1:57am

Stella's eyes drifted around the room that was so vibrant just a day prior. The flowers above the empty fireplace were wilting. How would he investigate without the body? Surely interrogation wasn't enough, though torture could always find the truth. Edward wasn't afraid to hurt people and when you couldn't recognize his intentions, that was the most frightening moment of all. She couldn't tell what he wanted but there was hope he wouldn't be too suspicious. Tapping her finger on the arm did nothing for her nerves-- or the innocent act --but she tried relaxing a bit more. Her lip was bit down on to ignore the head pains, she crossed her legs cautiously.

"It's a shame, today was our three year anniversary and he'd never mentioned once this past week. Not a word," she chuckled in a hurt manner. "Everything I did for him..." Stella shook her head, looking down momentarily.

"Well, an investigation is quite alright. I prefer someone I'm familiar with, like yourself, than some other high officer." He seemed fond of his job. Why is that, she wondered. This man was like an incomplete puzzle or solving a maze in the dark. Definitely intriguing.

That smile he'd given her spoke a thousand words in silence.

"You'll have to excuse the appearance of both the house and I...our live in maid and butler had gone on stri--," Stella stopped herself, wincing as if to say 'shut up'. The room was examined by her once more as if to reminisce happier times that were never meant to be. She caught site of the single white petal she'd managed to salvage from Westley's now- crushed rose placed carefully on the table beside her. Pausing for a moment to take a breath, the dark air sank in and another tear fell down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, everything is a mess. Um, where do we begin?" Stella wiped the back of her hand over the tear-stained skin, clearing both the water and a bit of the inky smudges away. The woman looked to him with a gaze full of nearly every emotion known to man, scared but eager to get this wrapped up so she could move on with her life. If things turned for the worst and truth surfaced, she could be charged for murder despite acting self defense. Her marriage and Dusk's strict views would override and claims she made. A body-- hers --dangling from a rope crossed the choppy ocean waves that was her mind.

But how do any of us move past murder?