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She asked him the question, but the answer seemed a bit obvious. Yes, he was joining the season of the court, and she must have already comprehended that. Still, she asked for clarification. There is something that lingers in those rhetorical questions. We ask them, because although we see the response coming, it is hard for us to stomach. Whether that be because it is surreal, or because we do not want to come to terms with it. It brought him the question of which applied to her.

Obviously, she never expected to see him there. But perhaps she was also unsettled by the situation. It was always a bit of a sting to see the person you once believed the love of your life- moving on. He wondered if she had seen his figure in town before, and justified his silhouette as a product of her imagination. If she had perhaps been in the forest when he and Belle shot down apples. Was there a part of her that still wished he was real?

I love this so much
Your writing got wildly good can I just say this

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And now, when he was supposed to find a new love, and forget his past mistakes, the biggest reminder showed up before him.

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It was her, the one he begged to for forgiveness, doubled down with a red face fighting not to burst into tears. The threat to his manhood; his one true weakness, wrapped in his arms, in his embrace that albeit seemed firm, but it was as gentle as he could be, so he could not break her again.

EMMA come on😭

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James was not someone who deserved their pity.

Fck him

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Emmanuel was relieved that never again would Dorothea have to conceal bruises.

Amen

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He imagined her now, with gray hairs from his stress, patches of purple on her skin, raising the children he hurts, too. That was a life he would not wish on anyone. There was really no good way out of it.

Sad

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Don’t you remember when I used to bring them to your estate?” He smiled, laughing softly, and recalling the moments where he would see them in the meadows and think of her. He would pick them up, one by one, and bring them in secret, those tokens of their love affair. “They’ve always been your favorite.” He said gently.

She remembers okay🤧