Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

In the wee hours, a downpour began.

Murray drove back to the mansion, parked his car, but couldn't bring himself to get out.

Staring at the house that was no longer a "home" without Roseanne, he felt an emptiness inside. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

In the confined space, smoke swirled, unable to dissipate.

The crimson tip of the cigarette glowed between his fingers, blurring his features with its ascent.

Murray seemed to sink into the darkness, as if blending with the night itself.

The duration of a single cigarette, neither long nor short.

His gaze, previously unfocused, sharpened as the cigarette burned down-

Giving up on Roseanne was out of the question!

Having had and lost her did not mean she couldn't be won back.

If he could just win her back, maybe everything could go back to the way it was before.

Murray opened the car door, discarded the cigarette butt, and headed toward the mansion.

Millie stood at the door, her smile beaming.

Murray glanced at his watch. 1 AM, huh...

"Murray, I..."

Millie started to speak but didn't get to finish before he walked past her, heading inside.

was invisible,

Millie's smile froze.

on her face: "Murray, I cooked dinner tonight. I

turned to look at her,

was worried not being able

clearly too uninterested even to refuse

walked to the dining table and started speaking: "I didn't know when you'd be back, so I just waited... I must have reheated these dishes four or five times; they're probably not good anymore..."

omelette, sautéed

"What's so funny, Murray?"

a good job.

The sauerkraut and verme

to shrimp, disliked minced meat and

ginger floating on top were an

belongs to en.kikistot

exactly what

urge to

"Sadie!"

No response.

"Lara-"

"... Yes, Ms. Millie?"

could; after all, she wasn't

emotionlessly. "Clean up

"And these dishes...?"

"Throw them out."

"Alright."

bedroom, Murray lay on the bed,

dinner inadvertently leading hil

back to Roseanne.