Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

He smiled weakly and said softly, "Pearl, even in death, I'll remember you." Pearl was confused by his words. His eyes slowly closed, and he went silent.

Hugo Waldorf was dead. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

On a sunny afternoon, in Waldorf Residence.

The sound of police and ambulance sirens filled the air as people rushed around. Sset up barriers, while others gave first aid. It was total chaos.

Only Pearl and Richard stood still, watching.

Pearl thought Hugo knew something bad was going to happen, which is why he brought a knife. He liked things clean, so he had a sterilized scalpel instead.

When the police asked them to leave, Pearl finally looked at Richard. He didn't seem relieved, and his gaze was intense.

"Let's go outside." "Okay." They walked away without looking back.

* A month after Hugo's funeral, Pearl received a letter and a big, heavy package from him.

She almost threw it away but decided to open it at the last minute.

The letter was short, just saying: Remember to open the package.

Inside the package were letters and photos. The first letter talked about the first tshe met Hugo, when she was a teenager and helped a chubby boy. She read one letter after another, each one recalling how they met and beccloser.

Each letter had a photo with it, except the ones from their younger days. Sphotos were clear, and others were blue It was clear Hugo put a lot of effort into this.

Pearl felt a mix of emotions. Looking at everything, she imagined Hugo taking these photos and sending them to her. His behavior was a little demented.

SW She knew he wouldn't cback to life, so there was no point saying anything against him.

However, she didn't know why she suddenly felt sad. She decided to burn everything.

She took it all to an open space and set it on fire.

Watching the flames, she imagined seeing Hugo's smiling face, but it was just her imagination.

As the fire burned, she thought about the last letter.

[Pearl, I know I was wrong, but if I've been honest from the start, would you have loved me?] She didn't have an answer to that and never would.