The snow fell in flurries, blanketing the air in silence and the cast iron gates less imposing covered in the soft white. The blacked out sedan, pulled up besides the gates, stopped and let out one of its passengers; Louisa Le Loup, Pierre's twin sister, dressed head to toe in furs as well as elegant knee high boots. Putting on some sunglasses, thinking there would be press, but no and given that the actress's last public appearance was at Pierre and Clara's wedding and she was expecting something. Nonetheless, she pulled the fur lined hood tight against her neck, she began to walk through the gate when Clara's voice cut through the silence:

"L, please don't forget his favorite drink"

Louisa turned to see Clara all teary eyed and blood shot, her arm extended out the car with a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka in her hand, Louisa plunked the bottle from her hand and Clara quickly shot the Door with a soft thud, the driver now had turned off the engine, leaving the car to sit idle collecting more snow.

Louisa was born minutes earlier than her brother, he the do-gooder savior of the world type, she the doing good by the public eye type, their relationship had never been perfect since their parents died and they only knew about each other's existence since then in a monumental argument. She continued up the path, shivering under her furs and her boots crunching the snow underfoot.

The argument was about Clara, who Louisa thought was beneath Pierre's station, she had shared this at their own wedding no less and had stormed out making a scene for the press and left no indication that she would back down on her thoughts. She smiled, a soft snowflake hitting and melting on her nose. She now cradled the bottle of alcohol making her way up the hill where he was.

The snow had started to ease off as she continued to make her way to the top of the hill, thoughts of what she was going to say started to form in her mind, her mouth forming the words but her heart making them heavy and the bottle suddenly becoming a deadweight. A sob escaping her lips as she reached the summit of the hill.

"hello brother", she mouthed.

Seeing his grave for the first time since his funeral was surreal, she nearly buckled under the pressure and weight of all the emotions that now flooded her heart. The snow stopped and a blue sky peered from behind the clouds. She knelt in front of his headstone, the magnitude of their shared history or the lack thereof crushed her, she opened the Vodka, took a swig, exhaled and placed the bottle atop his headstone.

Hood off, the stubbornness of her actions making her shake she grabbed the bottle again and downed a hefty swig.

"You weren't wrong, this is good stuff", a soft smile escaped as she gazed upon his name adorning the headstone. Then came the tears, not in a trickle but in a flood. Her knees shook as she leant against his stone.

"I am sorry, please forgive me"

"Of course he would", came a soft voice from behind her, which was Clara. Louisa stood up, Clara walked towards her, arms out and they embraced. Sobbing into Clara, Louisa felt a release and Clara held her tighter.

"You must forgive yourself first" said Clara softly, "otherwise you will carry this for the rest of your life and I know Pierre wouldn't want that and neither would you". Louisa nuzzled Clara deeply dropping the bottle of vodka in the snow.

"Thank you", she whispered.

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Love You R