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Ramsay’s car purred quietly as it came to a stop. Gently, he pulled the hand break up and turned the engine off. The darkness of the night had lingered long into the day, hiding the sun but at least the rain had held off, even if only for a day. He looked up at the sky through his windscreen, assessing the weather and sighing loudly before reaching down to the foot well to retrieve the neatly packed roses, their bright red colour contrasting with the black interior of his car and the black world he was about to step into.
Opening the door, he turned to the back of his car. All his worldly possessions had been packed away neatly into boxes covering the whole boot and back foot wells of his car. The back seats had been reserved for his most important possession, his Rottweiler, Dante who had quickly made himself at home, stretching his long limps across the back of Ramsay’s car. The dog glanced up at him as he heard the door open.
‘No, not this time mate. You need to stay here, I won’t be long’ he assured him as he patted his head before leaving him. The cemetery had welcomed the dark day and the Victorian lamps that lit the route to the graves shone brightly in the mist. Ramsay pulled his black overcoat’s collar towards his ears as he walked to his destination. The wind had picked up now and rain was surely to follow. Quickly but quietly, he made his way to her grave.
It was set apart from the others, her parents had requested it. As parents, you never expect to have to bury your child but sometimes conversations wander to what if? Jeyne had always fiercely objected to being buried in the family grave, she was her own person after all and her parents had never thought much of the conversation until they had lost their precious daughter. Adhering to her wishes, they had buried her in her own grave, a mere stone throw away from the Poole family tomb.
Ramsay has always thought of her grave like a beacon of light. The white marble with gold writing stood apart from the usual black and grey that adorned the grave yard. Kneeling down as he arrived, he placed the roses carefully at the foot of her grave. It had always been so well kept and today was no different. Since her daughter’s death, Jeyne’s mother spent her days ensuring the grave was covered with fresh flowers. She said it was because Jeyne had loved flowers so it seemed apt to come every day to place new ones and dispose of old ones but Ramsay knew it was because she couldn’t bear to be away from her little girl. She had always kept Jeyne close but the minute she had let her wonder into someone else’s grasp, she had lost her.
He ran his fingers over the golden indentations. Jeyne Bolton. He sighed quietly to himself. She never should have been a Bolton. She never deserved to be a Bolton. Jeyne had deserved so much more than to be married to him, a Bolton and her untimely downfall. It was true they had never loved each other, fondness but never love. It was a marriage of convenience for both of their families but their short time together was enough to show Ramsay that life didn't always have to be blood and gore. Jeyne loved life and had vowed to help Ramsay turn away from his past when she promised to be his wife, which she achieved the day she was taken away from him.
‘I’ll be seeing you, Jeyne’ he whispered as he ran his fingers over her name once more before pressing a kiss to the marble. He looked up at the sky before stepping away from his wife and walking towards his car.
The black BMW stood alone in the car park and its lights came to life as he pressed the key and opened the door. Dante had fallen asleep in Ramsay’s absence and his master’s reappearance did nothing to wake him. He took off his coat and hung it carefully on the back of the passenger seat before driving out of the car park and towards his new destination.