The drink was still in his hand.

He still tried to drink away his sorrows.

The opulence of his house felt hollow.

The sound of the City traffic felt distant to him.

The chaos in his mind was not subdued yet.

He leaned against the sofa he was sitting on with the glass of whiskey in his hand.

He was bitter and it showed.

He had lost. He had truly lost Roxanne.

The pain is much.

How could he have lost sucj a soft spoken and obedient woman?

She could see how she was with Ciel.

That should have been him.

A woman so much in love and literally cared...