"The pair of butterflies emerged from the grave. Their spirits free as they flew away; never to be separated again."
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The corner of her mouth tugged into a sly smile as she walked slowly to the edge of the building, the roof of a seemingly large unnamed complex. The night was full, a million city lights illuminating the dark sky. It had been a while since she'd last come to visit him. She slowly crouched down behind a ledge, her distance between his home safe enough that she wouldn't get caught. Not that she ever had been.
The light shone through the window, the curtains carelessly hanging to the sides showing a view of their flat; a very normal scenery, warm and welcoming. It seemed almost unreal to her as she watched from the sides, this portrait of a perfect family. Just years ago, the world had been in chaos. And now here he was, his life anew. Free of any problems. She should have known better, she thought. He always made the best of things, no matter how dire the situations. A tuff of blonde hair caught her attention as the figure moved closely to the window. The woman had a fair complexion, her flaxen blond hair glimmering under the living room lights. Her blue eyes shone with a strong determination as she talked to someone nearby. A fighter. The woman in red smiled, rather impressed. The other figure approached the blond woman, his body clearly toned and well kept, seen through the thin materials of his shirt. His hairstyle was still the same as it always has been; neat and slick, always obscuring the right side of his face. She noticed a few grey hairs had already emerged. Time was ticking away, but his face seemed to grow more gracefully with age. She smirked. How lucky the blonde woman must be. The couple seemed rather happy, their faces in joyful expressions as they grinned and giggled. Leon stepped closer to his wife and looked down as she smiled, and held her closer to her chest.
A tiny spurt of light blonde hair appeared through the window, her face obscured by her mother's arm. She was asleep, softly cradled by her mother as Leon watched his wife and newborn with affection. He wrapped his arm around the blonde, his content but weary expression showing that the baby had definitely been a hassle. They talked for a few more minutes before Leon nodded, and drew back the curtains. The lights turned off soon after, the night returning once again.
Ada rose from her crouch, her face plagued without any emotion. Her lips parted slightly as she looked up; the sky was a beautiful shade of dark blues and purples, accompanied with a full moon. It felt lacking that no stars were present to glimmer in the dark. The whole scene looked as if it were painted, despite the large moon that illuminated the buildings, people, and unknown beneath it's own otherworldly glow. She felt her short hair brush against her cheeks as she began to walk away from the sight, her steps echoing as she faded into the darkness once again. The moon did not shine for her anymore, she knew. But she could only wish him the very best.
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