The sigh weighs heavily on his shoulders, and bends his back. It is the soul of this tall, blond man that seeks to drag his large and fibrous body with it in its terrible free fall. He is there, his fixed gaze full of pain and death. With the palms of his hands, he gives a trembling caress to the delicate feet of the girl. They are so cold ...
In that accursed burial chamber the only thing that beats is his own heart, though broken. His alone is still beating, wildly spilling blood all through his body, with fast and accurate hits.
"Everything... You have taken everything with you, your life and mine. You have left me with nothing." His faint whisper echoes through the burial chamber.
He observes the vivid image with pain deeply rooted in his eyes. The woman's dead body on the bed of furs that he has carefully prepared. It was so cold when he took her from the crystal casket, he had the impression that the glassy coffin had adhered to her skin.
He now looks at her hair, a black clouds