The room was so sad, ravaged as it was by the fire and smoke of all those years ago. The building had been gutted by the immense blaze, and as he wandered the blackened corridors of the condemned orphanage, he could sense the day to day goings on.
But it was her room he'd been searching for. He placed the small bottle of perfume on the windowsill, kissing his fingers as he touched it for the last time.
Stepping back and looking out the shattered window, he took the pistol from his jacket pocket, and put it to his head.