She knew that the past was in the past, and that life must go on.
It wasn't that Ahiru still clung to the past, and needed to remember it, it was just that the past was sweet in an almost bittersweet way to her.
Ahiru could recall her first love, and all the teasing remarks said back then.
It also wasn't that she hadn't moved on or felt unhappy with her life now either.
She enjoyed the love now that she had that was sugary sweet to her.
The orange haired female hadn't really expected this love with the man that she was married to as he had turned in to her best friend for the longest time after her short lived crush on him.
Ahiru had once loved a man named Fakir, and they would have gotten married while he was nineteen, and she was eighteen; things hadn't turned out that way when he was killed that year.
She remembered the heartbreak and the aching pain of it all as that news came crashing down all around her; Ahiru could still remember every detail of how she behaved back then.
The duck like female had refused to leave her room or her house, and had stayed locked up crying back then.
Mythos, her sweet best friend, had arrived to comfort and care for her which was probably the only thing that had kept her alive.
She grew stronger slowly, and it took years for her to fall in love again and be able to open her heart up to that again.
Ahiru had fallen in love with Mythos when she did, and she felt as if Fakir had given his blessing to them both.
She finished tending the garden, and walked inside to find her husband still looking amazingly sweet and kind in his old age; it was extremely attractive to her.
Ahiru stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him before she pulled away from the kiss with a smile.
Things were different now, but she was happy with the differences despite them.
She knew that only two men could ever claim a part of her heart, and one was still alive with her today and would hopefully be for a while longer.
