Locket laid on her floor in her room, a blanket and a few pillows being her only comfort as she caressed a framed portrait of what should be her lover. Suddenly she heard the door open and felt, the light filling her dark room "Leave me be now, Ludwig!" Locket shouted with a growl, instantly knowing who was in her doorway without looking up, something she taught herself over the years "I will not speak today, no... not today." Locket put her hand on the painted face of the portrait, her nails clicking against the canvas