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Emily sat by her desk staring into the blues like she had a front-om lobotomy, trying to think of a reason why Brian was at Gabriel's funeral. She was starting to think that he might of been stalking her, but how would he know Emily was going to the cemetery.with Brian in her head the memoirs of them breaking up came across her mind.Breaking up with Brian was tough, three years ago she found him cheating on her in his car with someone prettier than her. but she could not under why, he was such a sweet guy.Henceforth she only thought of Brian and no longer of Gabriel. Brian would hate whenever Emily would even have a comfortable conversation with a man that was not him, she started to think that Brian was the killer of Gabriel Micheals. Dawn had struck as her stomach growled of suspicion like thunder, it felt to her that it was the right time to go to Alexander Dickens. She snatched her note-pad and pen from her desk and took along her camera. she did not look at his files but managed to get a glimpse of them before he left, the only thing that stayed in her memory was that he was from England and his address. Her arrival was disappointing, journalists crowded all around him asking questions and she nearly got a seizure from the flashing lights coming there to there. Of course,

she was used to this, but she was not at all in the mood for the hassle, she had to much of a headache from Brian. She dragged her tired legs back to Geary Street to her apartment, the

depressing and lonely atmosphere in her apartment persuaded her to take a bath. The bath filled to the very peak of the tub with steam swirling through the room. as the lovely breeze came in the room from the window and the lights glowed without a single flicker, and the cool, refreshing water soaked through her around her skin. her eyes shut tight whilst she thought of how well her life was going, she felt she had visions, that her life would be successful and filled with beauty. But she still always felt the dark, deep hole inside of her, though it was slowly lighting up, but the feeling she was getting was that she will happy.

The moon had arrived when the clock had struck six-thirty. Brighter than ever the stars shone, she thought it would now be a good time to meet Alexander Dickens in person. She let the December breeze brush through her fragile face as she she walked the twilight night. her eyes had met with his apartment and fixed on the bell. The cold metal made her push the bell quickly and back off. A deep moan came through the speaker,

"Who is this?"

"Emily Stevenson, I'm a journalist." the voice paused when she said this

"Please come in" he answered. she made her way up the stairs and knocked on the door. A servant answered the door pointing his hand towards the living room, and when she made her way there sat a handsome, tall brown haired man in a fine, black wool suit sitting on a sofa.

"Hello, I'm Emily Stevenson...A journalist, would you mind if i asked you a few questions on an article I'm writing." She nearly lost consciousness from looking at his face, she has seen many pictures of him but to her he looked so much different, yes, he was very much her type, but she hated models, she thought they were vain and ignorant fools.

"Yes, of course you may" he paused "Take a seat". She sat on the leather sofa eager to sit by his side, she felt something about this man, she felt he was somehow different.

"Do you enjoy working as a male model?" whilst he was answering her questions she fantasised about him, something about this man, she was beginning to like him, how his thick British accent made her drool, his berry blue eyes made her blush, just being around him made her never want to leave. After that night she would always go back to his apartment asking a vast amount of questions that were more than she really needed know. But slowly they became little pals and had conversations when Emily was at his place just to ask questions, they were not like best friends, Alexander just found Emily's company a pleasure, but she adored the essence of his company. She felt as of the hole was slowly building up, She hoped that Alex had loved her as much as she had loved him, her hope was greater than anything else in this world, even though they only just met, but deep down inside she felt that Alex had loved her himself. No one on this earth thought there was a dark side of her, she was so young and innocent, despite the situation with Gabriel, but maybe there was an evil, sinister dark side deep, deep in the dungeons of her soul, but everyone would laugh when they thought of this. Everyone always said she was like a sweet, fresh, beautiful rose.

She knocked on his door excited and so her excitement had increased when she saw who was at the door. He was dressed very fashionable and stylish.

"Good morning Alex, would you like to take a stroll down the beach?" He looked around with a face like he was in a hurry,

"Well," he paused looking around the room with a stern face "it will have to be a quick one, I have an appointment in half an hour." They left the apartment with Emily eager to hold Alexander's hand. She felt her love strike through her like the sea breeze, the image of him and herself together holding hands, with there hearts connecting. it was silent for a while,

"hows work going?" she asked.

"fine really" he looked to his side "And with you?" he answered.

"Great" she looked to the sea side, "Are you happy?" The words hand fallen out of her mouth and onto the warm sand. He looked straight at her and at the same same time she stared into his eyes through his soul, trying to imagine how there lives would be if they together, she knew one thing though, she would more happy than her life at the moment.

"Well sure!" He said with a sweet laugh. Emily did not remove her eyes from his face.

"That's nice" as the cold breeze kicked in she swung her jacket over her shoulders. "Do you ever wish you anything else in life?" She asked out of curiosity.

"No, but sometimes I wish could get married, but I feel it is not the time yet. What about you, do you have someone in your life?" When he had asked this question a smile sweeter than strawberries from heaven above appeared on her face.

"No, I'm single, but I'm hopping for someone soon." she was of course honest about that, but she did not mention anything about Gabriel.

At that one moment when she looked into the dungeons of his soul she wanted him to hold her by her waste and tell her he loved her, she knew this fantasy was very cleshay. He had to go to his appointment asking Emily if she wanted a ride home. It was a quick drive, but she had enjoyed the comfort by his side and the Lincoln. When she shook his hand and left the vehicle she opened the door to her apartment. She noticed she had stepped on an Envelope whilst going to the kitchen. It was plain white, when she turned it around she felt her heart race at the name of her ex-boyfriend's name. Tearing it open she could feel her heart explode and her limbs stop working, she could see an image, the most grotesque image, in front of her eyes stood the answers to her questions, Gabriel Micheals had been murdered several times with a knife by Brian.