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The Gentleman and the Lady

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She arose from a deep slumber. She sat up, hearing a gentle tap at her chamber doors.
"Who's there?" A soft whisper fluttered across the grand room.
The knock came yet again. She slid out of bed, the candle light quivering from her movements. In silence, bare footsteps floated across the bedroom, her nightgown hovering and gliding behind her.
"Who's there?" She uttered again, hoping for any sort of answer.
Another knock came as the only reply. Her hand shook as she placed her frail fingers on the cool door knob. Nervously, she opened the luxurious door.
A gentleman stood at the entrance. He removed his hat as she bowed to the shivering woman. He held out his hand, beckoning the frightened lady.
One glance at the man's gentle, auburn eyes and her troubles dispelled to the ground. Just one fleeting look and she knew he had no intention to harm her, but in fact, take great care of her.
Upon taking his hand, which was surprisingly warm, all fears within her quelled, fleeting into the ether.
"One moment please, I must dress," she pleaded.
Holding her hand with a gentle grasp, he merely shook his head. He gestured toward the hallway, urging they depart.
"I suppose you are right."
He led her down the familiar hallway. Yet there was something different. The paintings that adorned the walls were replaced with portraits of friends, relatives, people she knew. All were saddened, upset, tormented.
Out in the courtyard, a carriage with a single black horse, awaited the two. The early morning chill danced in her nightgown's frills, yet left chill on her skin.
The gentleman opened the carriage door. She glanced back at her home. A tear escaped, running down her cheek. His gloved hand cradled her face, his thumb banishing the droplet. He kissed her gently on the forehead.
She couldn't feel it, but she knew a blush must have run from cheek to cheek. She climbed into the carriage, taking her seat. He bowed once again before taking his place at the driver's seat. She sat back into the plush seating, trying to make herself comfortable for the trip.
Ad they drove along the county side, the sun rose over the hills. As she looked deeper into the colors, her memories played out before her eyes. Memories of her childhood, adulthood, recent memories, each one danced across the waking skies.
The gentleman smiled, ravishing in her each of her recollections, as she relived each one. Every volume, emotion, thought, everything was present in each ethereal vision. Everything, up until the knocking at her door.
The carriage stopped before a gilded gate. The gentleman removed himself from his seat to open the lady's door. He bowed as she appeared, holding out his gloved hand to help her step down. Quietly he escorted the young woman, who was shivering not from the cold, but from the uncertainty of the gate.
He beckoned her to enter, extending his arm towards the gate.
She shook her head, weary of the looming gate. He pulled her close gently and whispered his first and last words to her. The gentle words rolled in her ears as tears rolled down her cheeks. She nodded in his embrace. He smiled at her and kissed her eyelids.
She curtsied, grateful for the gentleman's kindliness, and passed through the gate.
Day 20 – Death

For the longest time, I have wanted to write a death as a gentleman story. Looks like I finally got around to it, haha.

People always fear death and paint this scary pic of the grim reaper. Sometimes I see him as a well dressed gentleman who his kind and yes, very handsome. Funny thing is, after watching Kuroshitsuji, I had Sebastian on the brain as I wrote this. Ah, I wouldn’t mind giving up my soul to a handsome demon if he served me for all eternity.
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