Disclaimer: I do not own Tale of Two Cities
Sydney walked out into the garden and found Lucie looking at the garden grave of her youngest child. She had been so brave but in the gray of the cool summer night she wept. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I must seem quite foolish right now; weeping for something that can never be changed."
"I would hardly think your foolish," he told her gently wiping the tears from her eye, "I too have wept for reasons far less meaningful then this"
"Like what for instance," she asked looking up at him; her eyes pitiful.
He paused.
"I was in love once," he said, "I still am but she is taken and I know she will never be mine. On the day that I knew she would never be mine I wept bitterly."
"How did you know that," Lucie asked
"She is taken. But I lost her way before her vows were ever dreamed of"
"Sydney I- you are my best friend," Lucie said, "and I love you as a friend. You are as dear to me as anyone I could know and love and that will never change. I hope you can take assurance in that"
"I do," Sydney said, "but this is not about me now. It's about you. Lucie there is no shame in grieving."
"I just... I feel as though he died too soon"
"He did," Sydney said.
"I wish," she told him, "I could have held him one last time before..."
Sydney kissed her forehead.
"One day you will. He is holding you know," he said