They were - and are - too bound to ever be free. Death would bring no relief. Even in her darkest time, Anne had known that.
She touches his cheek gently, leaning in to kiss him again. "We will find a way," she tells him. To make a sort of relationship work in Paris. Somehow.
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Date: 2015-08-03 12:57 am (UTC)She touches his cheek gently, leaning in to kiss him again. "We will find a way," she tells him. To make a sort of relationship work in Paris. Somehow.