Tears dripped onto the worn welcome mat as the LEPRecon officer in front of her offered his condolences, before taking off into the sim-night.
“Artemis Fowl, he passed away, Commander… I’m so sorry.” the slight elf said, shaking his head sadly.
She stood there. Stood there and wept, waiting for the onslaught of memories to falter. She was rooted in place, frozen as her heart. Her face twisted in a mask of pure grief, and she knew that the press of time was finally catching up to the broken shell that she had become.
Holly could barely contain herself as she shut the door to the outside world, along with any light it allowed into the small residence. Collapsing, she slowly slid down the doorway, her tears an unending stream of anguish, which fell onto her clothes and dotted them with ugly spots.
This was the cherry on top of the sundae, yes, it was, thought Holly bitterly. Stress, Trouble, the LEP… it was all too much for one fairy to handle… to much… too much.
Her world turned upside down, the angry tendrils of insanity coiled within the dark of her mind… were finally unleashed: free to wreck havoc and play upon the rhythms of your heart.