He is dead.

Clara found herself in the very familiar yet unfamiliar room. It was dark as always and the ever sweet scent invaded her nostrils. Her eyes searched every corner of the room until they landed on the person she had longed for. He was kneeling with hands resting on his thighs, head hanging low, hair covering most part of his face and he looked tired and weak.

Clara dashed towards him. She placed her hands under his chin and gently raised his head up to take a proper look at his face. His eyes were wide open and empty. His smoldering silver eyes had lost their shine and they seemed to be lifeless. Clara frowned and then she held her hands close to his nostrils for a few minutes to feel his breath but Clara felt nothing and panic slowly started to rise within her. She went further by placing her both hands on his shoulder and shook him vigorously but his body responded by landing on the cold fl