A/N: This is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written, but it just seemed so complete (words of my beta there :D) that I left it alone. Speaking of my beta, thank you very much Tinkernat for still bothering to read and edit my stuffs :P
Thank you also to everyone who has reviewed/favourited/alerted so far!
At first she wonders if they'd made a mistake. All of a sudden Athos is quiet and easily irritable, and she immediately notices the subtle differences in his demeanour. There is his locket too; she doesn't know what it means to him, but she is more curious than ever when he starts to constantly twirl and worry the chain.
"Once," he replies absently upon her inquiry, "this was important to me." She has a nagging suspicion why, and the night when he'd kissed another woman lingers in her mind. Through a hazy, alcohol tainted mist she remembers them pressed up against a wall; she remembers her world shattering.
One day, when he is asleep, her curiosity gets the better of her and she gently opens the locket. The pressed flower inside, however, leaves her with more questions than answers and she turns to leave, frustrated.
"Forget-me-nots," she yelps in surprise at his raspy voice, "were her favourite flowers."
"Who's her?" She asks shakily, already knowing the answer. The bed creaks as he stands up and looks at her, and suddenly his voice breaks.
"The woman I loved."
For the first time she realises that she'd married a man who never let go.
So there we go, another part complete :) Was that flower even a forget-me-not? Cos I get the feeling it might've been lavender or something...hope that won't detract from anyone's reading experience!
I'm contemplating on writing one more part, but I am not entirely sure yet, so we shall see about that.
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