"I walked back home, unable to think about the damages I've caused. I lay in my bed in the dark not knowing what to do next. Could you honestly turn pity or friendship into love? Would it be fair to Stefania if I pretended to love her? The answer was no. So, I've decided to tell her the truth the next day and to take the train back home to Vienna. I'd done enough harm so far.
"It was already noon when I woke up the next morning. I packed my bags, wrote a note to my teacher in which I explained my decision and went to the Meyer's mansion, wandering about on the way like a lost soul.
"At about half a mile from the mansion's gate, I saw a crowd gathering on the left side of the property which leads to a steep cliff over a deep lake. I could discern the Count, Ekaterina and Luther weeping, crying and holding each others and knew at once that the worst had happened. Stefania was no more. I could see from where I was standing, her clutches floating on the surface of the lake. Stefania, the laughing woman-child so in love with life despite what life had done to her would never walk again. As in a dream, I turned back and walked home. Once inside my room, I locked the door and sat at my piano. The last thing I remember was the piano keys turning red from the blood leaving my left wrist.
