[PK] A Beautiful Type of Silence

[tayladoh 37]

Her finger tips gripped tightly onto the piece of parchment as her feet walked towards the MoJ headquarters. As she paced herself through the streets of Providence, she kept her head hidden in her chest as the chill of the air wrapped around her body. It almost felt as if that chill was encouraging her into the headquarters.

 

As she arrived in, she unravelled the piece of parchment and her dim lit eyes read along her last ever sentence. "Goodbye, all". A moment of silence lingered over Odette, her eyes glued to the floor as her arm fell down her hip, crumpling the parchment up once more. This was the right thing to do in her mind. She had nothing to offer the world, she meant no importance to anyone within her life. She had nothing to show for herself apart from the small but fond memories she made which allowed her to pass peacefully, as she hung from the ceiling of the MoJ headquarters.

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Odette Sophia de Rendois

1817 - 1837

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[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

*after hearing of her passing Duncan would shed a single tear, while he had never heard of her, Odette was known to be a hard worker and more importantly a kind person.

[Harald 2875]

Rev Vuiller shook his head after being told of the news.. the man having tried to reach out to her on multiple occasions after hearing of her sickness 

[Starlight 46]

A certain girl, now aged 16 would only find out much later of Odette’s passing. The void haired girl now sitting under a tree, warm unstoppable streams of salty tears streaming down her face, as shaky breaths came from her. Overwhelmed with confusion and the utter loss of Odette. 

 

Aliria de Rendois her sobs could be heard throughout the week, throat sour and loud, and they seemed to be painfully aimed to the loss of her elder sister. . .
 

The one who protected  and loved her when no one else would and would talk to her when everyone avoided them. 
The once small sister now seemed to be the elder one.. avoiding any social gathering or meeting, for she would mourn the loss of her favorite soul. The only words spoken were simply mutters, and she hoped that somewhere she was listening to what she was saying.

 

“I hoped to at the very least we could witness me coming of age together, and meeting Aunt Elwyn, and we could have celebrated so much more.. 

 

Now I wish we had run away and lived that peaceful live we wished of, I truly hope you forgive me Olly, and I hope you watch over me and wait for me, for  wherever you may be.

 

I will miss you, more then you know.”