All That Remains: Day 8

Word Count: 48,009

Summary of Events:

Following the public viewing, Chloë was called on by a French lawyer who revealed that he was Tristan's lawyer, and had been waiting for her to call him since he'd heard about the crash, eventually deciding to come to her house, in case she'd forgotten. He revealed that Tristan had written a will, and read it to Chloë, as well as Elle and Amandine. As a result of the will containing a few thoughts Tristan had on what he wanted for a funeral, his planned funeral in Brussels had to be cancelled so that they had the time to honour his wishes. Will was forced by Enka to attend the joint funeral of six of his teammates, despite the fact that he didn't want to be reminded that they were dead and he wasn't. The next day, he heard someone coming into his room in high heels, who was greeted by Angelo…

Excerpt of the Day:

Will didn’t hear any answer, only a slight hesitation in the steps before they continued and their wearer appeared around the curtain, revealing herself.

Dressed all in black except for one of the brightest orange scarves Will had ever seen,  she had a slender and decently pretty figure, that was, thanks to her black clothing contrasted against the whitish walls, silhouetted appealingly.

Her brown hair — whose reddish tint seemed to be emphasised by the vibrant scarf — was drawn back and up into the sort of hairstyle that seemed typical of a woman in a professional field who didn’t want her hair blowing around in her face, while her blue eyes were shadowed by grey makeup, and her lips were tinted by a red lipstick that was dark, but still vibrant enough to compete with the scarf.

She wasn’t unfamiliar to Will; in fact, just the opposite. She was familiar to him as Tristan’s wife, Chloë, a woman who didn’t look like she was ten years his senior, despite the facts.

“Hello,” she said in Dutch.

“Hello,” Will replied.

He wasn’t sure what she was calling on him for, but he saw something in her eyes and the expression on her face that gave him the impression she wasn’t there to try and pick up his spirits like everyone else seemed intent on doing. She actually rather looked like she was on some sort of business.

“He doesn’t understand Dutch, does he?” she asked, pointing toward the curtain.

“I don’t think so,” Will replied. “He’s fluent in French, though.”

She nodded, walking over to the chair, which sat empty, as Enka had left for some lunch, and seated herself.

“You are… aware that… Tristan, is, dead?” she asked haltingly.

“I am,” Will replied.

“And you… probably, have heard… that… he left a will?” she asked.

“I did,” Will replied.

She nodded. Will didn’t get the sense that sadness was causing her halting speech, but because she felt highly awkward. Considering what Tristan had confided in him when he’d confided in Tristan about his annoyance with Enka’s nosiness, he wondered if Tristan’s feeling had been mutual with Chloë.

“He… named you a beneficiary in it,” she said.

“Oh,” Will said, feeling a little surprised. He’d been left something by Tristan. He’d not expected that.

“He left you… one, sixth of his wealth,” she said. “As well as… his… entire wardrobe… and… some of his football memorabilia.”

Part of Will felt like he should express his thanks, but at the same time, it wasn’t like Chloë had decided to give those things to him, nor could she pass his thanks on to Tristan because Tristan was too dead to hear it. He didn’t know what to say. What was he supposed to do with all of Tristan’s clothes?