The room was dark, so dark, he hated that they kept her in such darkness, yet he could see her from where he stood. She was putting on white and that lightened the room just a little just like she had lit up the lives of everyone that came into her life. This time he allowed the tears to flow down his eyes and slowly walked towards her corpse. She was laid on a high table-like table that stood high in the middle of the empty dark room. He stopped right beside the table and stared down at her. Oddly, her body didn’t look like one that had been dead a long time ago, her skin was filled with life itself and shone brightly in its whiteness. Drazhan even thought that her skin glowed and her white hair was ever white as they were packed to one side of her shoulders and allowed to rest on her bod
