A/N: I had to. Yes. I was just taking a break, and suddenly I remembered that chapter OF ALL CHAPTERS. And then little lines of what I would write came flooding to me, so I logged onto my account, opened notepad, and typed away. I'm not sure if all of this is accurate, but oh well. And I'm terribly sorry if there are any typos.

Eight years it has taken me to find her. Eight years of hard work, getting status, gaining power and money; recieving invitations to parties and balls, though I would only go just to see if I could get a glimpse her eyes that are like scarlet gems.


Eight years. 2,921 days. 70,126 hours. How I have lasted without seeing you this long is far beyond me believe me. Maybe it was because I thought of you often? Maybe it was because I dreamt of you so frequently? Maybe it was because I worked so hard in this world just to see you again? Maybe it was because everytime I wanted to snap I thought of your twisted smile? Maybe it was because when I got so depressed I couldn't stand it I, myself, sang the melody you sang so beautifully?

And this day, Arthur Barma has asked me to perform a little music at the Baskerville household. As soon as Baskerville left his tongue, his lips I knew it would be the highest chance I would get just to see your face again. Even though I knew, if I acted too suspiciously in their eyes, I could get killed murdered right there on the spot, I had to take the chance just to see if I could see your face again.

I set everything up. My hood delicately sitting on my head, I began to prepare to play a melody for the people that were attended. Then, I heard, the far off door creak open. My heart leaped.


I knew it was you, even before I looked up. Though I had to make sure it was really, truthfully you. As I looked up, nothing else mattered. When I saw your red eyes, your long black hair, your ivory snow pale skin I could not contain myself.

I loosened my grip on everything. I leapt up, ran toward you, and embrace you and chanted your name until I myself could not breath. I screamed that I wanted to see you, that I was looking for you for the past eight years.

Lacie. You stayed, motionless, in my arms.

As I pulled you away from me, your expression was something of shock, surprise, and confusion. And just as I was going to embrace you again, a hooded figure struck me from behind.

As I fell to the floor, I heard the hooded figure ask you if you knew me. You, in return, said you did not.

Oh, Lacie. I looked for you for eight years. I waited for eight years. And although you claim to not know me, I knew, dispite the words, the snow that was falling would bring you the memories of the day we first met.