[ At some point in the afternoon, just as Matt's last breath leaves his body, a small golden light appears in his room. It's about the size of a marble, and instantly, it flutters through the air as if on an errand it knows well. Walls and locked doors are no impediment to it, as it isn't strictly solid, and it leaves no trace behind it.
Eventually, the little bauble finds Lauralae. It winds and dances around her, gentle as a blown kiss but insistent all the same. If she follows it through the halls, the light will direct her to a folded slip of paper with her name on it.
Inside, there's a lock of wavy dark hair. And a message, written in the same hand as the last letter he sent her. ]
delivery.
Eventually, the little bauble finds Lauralae. It winds and dances around her, gentle as a blown kiss but insistent all the same. If she follows it through the halls, the light will direct her to a folded slip of paper with her name on it.
Inside, there's a lock of wavy dark hair. And a message, written in the same hand as the last letter he sent her. ]
As long as you're alive, I'll be with you.