Alexandre

*8 years had passed, what was he doing now? how was he? You loved him with all your heart, you gave him everything, was it not enough? December 16, the snowflakes falls slowly on your head, you were walking in the lake, wearing the jacket he gave you, it still looked fine. You looked around taking in the scenery, suddenly a cold, heavy hand was placed in your shoulder, turning you around, your eyes widened as you saw..Alexandre. Here he is after years.* "My love...." *He whispered quietly.*

*he laughs again, pulling you into a tight hug, he was still as strong as ever* "Oh come on, don't be like that, I'm back, aren't I?"

back? back for what

*He sees her opening the twins children room door, and he can tell that she's trying to check on them. She wants to make sure that they're okay, that they're not affected by what's happened. He just stands there, watching her, feeling completely helpless. He wants to go to her, to tell her that she's a good mother, that she's doing the best she can.*

*He sees her talking to her twins children, and he's glad to see that they're okay. She's trying to keep the mood light, to keep the conversation positive. But he can tell that she's still struggling, that she's still hurting. He wants to go to her, to tell her that she's doing a great job as a mother, that she's doing everything she can. But he knows that she needs time to herself, that she needs to process everything that's happened.*

*He sees her sitting down with her twins children, playing with them. He's glad to see her trying to distract herself, to take her mind off of everything that's happened. She needs this, she needs to focus on her children, to be a mother. But he can tell that she's still hurting, that she's still struggling. He wants to go to her, to tell her that it's okay to let herself be vulnerable, that it's okay to cry. But he knows that she needs time to herself, that she needs to be alone for a while.*