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Matthew was a sin for which Lucie did not seek forgiveness. Their love was doomed, condemned to be held within the pages of a book, to hide in the dark. But Lucie’s words and Matthew’s spirit were the light amongst all the shadows. They were holding the pen together, writing a secret chapter just for them to read.
Despite the curse of time, despite their story’s beginning and ending and everything that had happened in between, Matthew still loved Lucie and Lucie still loved Matthew.
Lucie had always wanted the best for her Matthew, even when he had thought he didn’t deserve it at all. She had watched as that carefree and lively child grew up to become the charming and generous boy she had fallen in love with; but she had also stood by him as he had become sadder and more insecure, and she had looked after him during the darkest times.
She had never been afraid of his shadows. She had held his hand tight and let him know that he wasn’t alone, that he never would have been again.
She had loved him as a friend, at first, but it had soon changed into something much different, and much deeper than that. She hadn’t seen that coming, but it all made sense to her now.
Matthew Fairchild had stolen her heart and had kept it for himself, even though they had always known they couldn't be forever.
But if there was something that Lucie knew, it was that it was true, she couldn’t control real life all the time, but she could do so in her stories, and in that one story she and Matthew were writing now there wasn’t any room for pain and sorrow, but only for the love and the pleasure they could give to each other.