Portrait of Loneliness - Part 01/01
 by Amanda Berendt
 Copyright 2002.

 Although no names are mentioned in this piece, no copyright infringement is meant.  The
characters and locations are property of Sony, Inc.  I am just  borrowing.

 This work has not been proofread, only spell checked.  It isn't really a story, but a picture
or a scene I keep getting in my head when I hear the song "Knowing Me, Knowing You"
by ABBA. (FYI-the song is sung by Canadian actor David Keeley, aka Robert from
Human Factor in the Broadway show Mamma Mia)
It takes place sometime after Last Knight.
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   Walking through the empty house
   Tears in my eyes
   This is how the story ends
   This is goodbye

     The silence of the empty room was interrupted by the screech of metal as the sliding
door opened, revealing a tall figure. The noise from the aging steel echoed through the
apartment.
     The man was dressed in a long black overcoat with a black fedora covering his closely
cropped ash hair.  His clothing stood in stark contrast to the paleness of his skin.  He
stepped through the open door into the long empty room, letting the door grind shut
behind him.  It had been many years since he had visited the city and even longer since he
had been inside this apartment.
     Crossing the room, he searched for signs of its former occupant, but found none
readily apparent.  He stopped when he reached the long cold fireplace at the center of the
outside wall.  Running his fingers over the ornately carved dragons on the gothic facade of
the mantel, he closed his eyes and remembered that night, years ago.  This is where it had
all happened - that single moment which had changed everything forever.  His stoic
expression gave way to something resembling sorrow.  Although his exterior still showed
the powerful arrogance it always had, there was nothing behind it.
     Outside the large windows, the lights of the city shone in the distance.  It would be
dawn soon.  For one of the few times in his long life, he wasn't sure what he was going to
do.  He had no plans beyond the here and now.  Perhaps he would stay here.  Perhaps he
would make a new life here in this city that still held the memories.
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 End.

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