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Winter 1998
“It’s snowing,” Fleur whispers.
The frosted windows were sparkling in the dim candlelight.
Two tumblers of firewhiskey clinking together, while holding each other close.
“Let me keep you warm, mon ange,” Bill murmurs.
Don’t Go
Summer 1999
“The stars look like an infinite pool,” Fleur exclaims.
The midnight sky is reflected around us as a strong wave splashes.
Digging our toes into the wet sand together, holding hands to stay steady.
“Be careful, mon ange,” Bill gently urges.
Don’t Go
Fall 1999
“We are pregnant!” Fleur sings.
The morning coffee is forgotten, naked bodies intertwined.
Making plans for the future together, as the world was changing us.
“I am so lucky that you're mine, mon ange,” Bill declares.
Don’t Go
Spring 2000
“You make me laugh,” Fleur giggles.
A happy growl escapes him, administering kisses under the covers.
Swept up into a tangled dance together, they burst loud and hard.
“You make me so very happy, mon ange,” Bill chuckles.
Don’t Go
Summer 2000
“Son, they are ready for us,” Molly weeps.
His baby girl was lifted from the crib, his eyes tracking as they left.
How would he be able to continue alone, questioning daily if he did all he could?
“Isn’t it strange, mon ange?” Bill wept.
She Did