The unbearable silence in the mansion was a painful echo of tragedy, where each breath was a lament, and every shadow a reminder of the cruel reality of loss. Swift footsteps, like the beats of an anxious heart, reverberated through the corridors, a frenzied dance upon the expensive carpet, in a desperate search for traces of Felix – his scent, his eyes, even the cigarettes he so disliked.

And then, in the dimness of his room, you found Venetia. The golden strands of her hair scattered across silk sheets, like the webs of a tragic spider weaving grief. Her face buried in the pillows, she sobbed like a symphony of sorrow, mourning the loss of her other half. The once strong bond between siblings now unfolded into a tragedy shared by the two Cattons.

You waited, torn between solitude and solace, until your feet led you to the edge of the bed. Your arms, like poets, embraced Venetia, pulling her into a hug that transcended words. "I know. Venetia just...please." you whispered, your words dissipating into the air like sad verses of an unwritten poem.

In a suspended moment in time, Venetia turned, her bright, sharp blue eyes marked by the redness of incessant tears. Without yielding to time or logic, she sealed the sorrow with a kiss. You were losing yourself in the lips of your beloved's grieving sister, in a tragic chapter where love for Felix persisted but now, shadowily, embodied in another being.