You called me out and taught me tough
With love, with love.
You fought my flaws, my teeth, my claws
With love, with love.
Cause every time I'm slipping away from myself,
You're the one that moves me like nobody else.
Cause when I'm down and I'm done,
And I'm coming unplugged
When I'm ready to fall
You're the one always holding me up
With love
Oh no no
Your tongue won't tie, you'll always find
The truth yeah you do
But still you smile despite the lines
I drew for you
Cause every time I'm slipping away from myself,
You're the one that moves me like nobody else. Oh no.
Cause when I'm down and I'm done,
And I'm coming unplugged
When I'm ready to fall
You're the one always holding me up
With love
Love, Love, Love, Love

Song: With Love

Album: With Love

Artist: Christina Grimmie

Anne

(AKA: Mary)

The skies were clear, the sun bright and the village as busy as ever. A surplus of produce had been harvested and the towns folk were scrambling to get in line to buy the best of the pick. I, of course, was not among them. Giselle felt I would be more of use in the house than the village so I was given a list of chores to complete as I waited for them to return.

'Why did Issac have to let her into the house?' The less noble side of me began to creep out.

'Her husband died. What was he supposed to do? Allow his mother to starve?' I reasoned with myself.

Its not that I didnt know where that side of me spawned because believe me I did. Giselle was controling and turned my home into hers the second she walked through the door. Discrediting the way that I cleaned, cooked and even dressed. Me being me, I was much too spineless to stop her. Issac reigned her in as best as he could when it came to the insults but that only meant that she didnt say them in front of him. When he was around, her eyes spoke just as clearly as anything that would have come out of her mouth.

I recalled the day that I first awoke from my slumber to find her sitting next to me. Her eyes glued to my face, she had frightened me. I looked around, my surrounding had been unfamilar.

"Where am I?"

She didnt answer, instead she snatched my hands in her rough ones. She looked them over, inspecting them.

"Your hands." Her face was twisted into a deep scowl. "They look as though they've never seen a day of work."

And from there it just got worse. She threw a fit when she found out that I didnt know my name or when I had come from and began to claim that I was just trying to get a free meal and a bed to sleep in. I thought she started to respect me just a bit when I offered to work for it...until she realized that I couldn't do much. It almost killed her when she found out that I didnt know how to wash a simple shirt or cook a simple dinner.

Issac, her son, had been the one who found me. He said that I was asleep in the middle of the woods. It looked as though I tripped over a log and hit my head on a rock. Him being the good man he is, picked me up and brought me home. When I woke, I couldnt remember anything. I waited an entire five months for someone to come and claim me but there was no one who was alive to do so. Issac said that a plague had hit France in the time that he had found me and that many lives were lost.

Issac was 23, a olive skinned man with black hair and dark blue eyes. He was lean but muscular. He hunted forrest and helped supply the village with meat, nuts and berries that came out of the woods.

He did his best to try and find someone who would've known me but there was nothing. Finally, I let it go. I realized I wanted to be niave to the truth. I didnt want to know that my entire family was killed off by this plague. Plus I felt that I needed to move on from this and stop being a burden on Issac and his mother and sister, Nelly. I was going to leave but Issac stopped me. And he did something that no man would've ever done. He proposed.

To me. To a girl who didnt even have a cent to her name, much less a name. They named me Anne Belgard once I was married to Issac a month after I gave up the search for my former self.

I let go of her. It quite easier than I thought. I mean I had no recollection for a connection to her. I still wonder about her but I've given up hope because I've made a life for myself. Plus I rather not know something that will only end up hurting me in the end.

In the third month of my marriage, I fell pregnant. That was like cutting the final tie to my old life because I could no longer wonder about that life when I was going to be raising another life. A beautiful life and in that moment I no longer second guessed my marriage because I knew I made the right choice. 9 months after, I gave birth to James Belgard. I never understood why the name James stuck out to me but it did.

He turned out to be a very healthy baby. Strong.

"It was the one good thing that came out of your marriage to my son." Giselle said.

James had inherrited my dark brown locks and his fathers ocean blue eyes and my dimples and his fathers olive complextion. He was beautiful. And even in his 5th month of life, he still made me smile with pride and happiness.

Believe me when I said that I wanted more children, but for now I wanted to fully enjoy the one that God had gifted me with when I was in a dark place. When I was lost I was given an oppertunity to start over and live again. And I'll never ever take that for granted.

*End of Chapter*

These first 2 chapter are just getting to know where Francis and Mary (Anne) are at in their lives since they last seen each other. Kind of boring I know. Anyways, Review, favorite, follow.

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