Evelyn de Winter placed the last out of order book on its shelf, nodding with mute satisfaction. She enjoyed organization. The other two girls working with her had already completed their end of the work day tasks, coats being pulled on and buttoned. Evelyn followed suit, covering her white day dress with a muted grey coat, fitted to her figure although not as tightly as a corset. She had her hair down with the very ends curled in ringlets, unlike the other two women, one who had a lacy hat tucking away her hair and the other who had hers in a studious bun. Evelyn had tried making friends with them, but they were quite the gossipers, and she had no interest in that. So, she simply nodded to the two, going out first and letting them lock the shop. Evelyn thought it a little silly to close everything in town just about so early, but she wasn’t going to argue. That only led to more undead talk.

Ms. De Winter bid adieu to the others who nodded politely back, but probably continued a conversation of the odd, quiet woman with haunting blue eyes and porcelain skin, speaking of how they’d heard she had arranged the accident causing her husband’s death. Evelyn had not had these false, brazen rumors herself, too caught up in more important matters to her than idle chatter. Like her own thoughts. Now those entertained her much more than the fact Mrs. Reinhart was having an affair with Monsieur Kane behind her husband’s back. In her thoughts currently she was speculating if vampires were indeed real. It was quite a romantic concept really. Living forever. Maybe even with the one you love. For true eternity. Evelyn pondered the endlessness of it while her heels clicked the cobblestone streets, her mind high above the earth, in the clouds.

Her feet knew where to take her though. Where she went at twilight or later almost every day. The graveyard. Sure it was lonely in a way, and she was trying to stop, but sometimes it felt good to talk to someone. No one here had yet to really understand her, or try to even. Just like her feet were trained, so were her hands to push open the metal gating just enough to slip in, pulling her coat a bit tighter as she walked through the soft ground that made up this hallowed plot of land.