Cole had done as he promised and tried to sleep, but it wasn't working out. The night was long and seemed to last forever, filled with mindless television, countless cups of coffee, and failed attempts at reading before the letters became too blurry. It was very early in the morning when Salacia started scratching at the front door, still dark outside but past the time where it could still be called night. He had no idea why the stupid cat wanted to go out in the hall, but the last time he'd made the mistake of letting her out he ended up chasing her down three flights of stairs. Keeping hold of her collar, he opened the door slightly to show that there was nothing of interest to a cat out there - but that was when he saw the parcel.
Oh, Cole knew who it was from, and in a way he'd sort of been expecting it. Nudging the cat out of the way, he picked it up and brought it inside, sitting on the couch before opening it. He looked blankly at the candle and match, a slight twitch in his cheek the only sign he recognized what they were. Then he moved on to the letter, his confusion increasing with each line. What did this person want from him? And such losses were temporary - what the hell did that mean? Aaron wasn't temporarily gone - he was dead, and he was going to stay that way. Friendships were a hell of a lot easier to lose than lives - not that stalking someone constituted a fucking friendship anyway.
Once he read the P.S., it only took seconds before he was in the hallway and turning the doorknob of 804. As he'd expected, no one was there, but he was still disappointed - until he saw the note.
"Be seeing you?" He let out a frustrated cry and tore the note apart, letting the pieces fall to the ground before returning to his own apartment. He ended up lighting the candle, watching the flame burn in silence.